Guns & Knives
It’s 4 am. I am passed out on my couch, was watching Dexter while talking to M and fell asleep. I hear sounds in my house. I’m home alone, sounds like someone is trying to break in. I’m in disarray, confused. Who the fuck is trying to break in,
I go into defense mode, where is my gun(everyone in Texas owns a gun). Texas Castle law says my house is my “castle” and I can legally defend my “castle” with whatever force necessary. Unfortunately it’s locked up in the safe in my room. That is where the sounds are coming from.
I go to the kitchen, grab a knife, no two, the sharpest one is dirty, but do I care if I stab someone with steak stains on the knife. I unlock my phone, dial 911 just incase, but I don’t call yet. I know they will be here in less than 5 minutes, advantages of living close to a wealthy neighborhood. Cops respond faster in rich neighborhoods.
I immediately think of M. Should I notify her that I’m about to go into war, and that I love her if I don’t make it back? No time to think. It’s getting louder. Someone is def breaking in.
I creep slowly, bathroom, clear. Office. Clear. Anton’s room. Clear. All of a sudden I have become a SWAT officer, with knives. Ok my room. It’s GO TIME… It was just the wind, banging hard on my open windows. My blinds flapping all over. Whoa. Thank God. I think I will surrender my gun. The city is offering $200 for gun buy back program. Especially after Sandy hook elementary. I don’t need it.