Deep breath. OK, get ready to yell at me, unfriend me on Facebook, and otherwise be mean. Go ahead. I don’t mind.
I used to own guns. Lots of them — so many that there was a time when I really wasn’t sure how many. Today, I think the number of guns I have is ... two. Wait, four if you’re counting .22s.
Back then, I used to hunt, shoot competitively, and just plink in the desert with my brothers and friends. Good times.
But my interest in firearms waned during the time I was a cop.