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Thursday, November 01, 2007 Tommy's gun  There was a gun on the table. It was an updated six shooter, the sort butting out of a cop’s utility belt. I’d never seen one like this before. It was just there: still, calm, all potential and no bang. I was horrified by all of that potential. Like staring down into the ocean from a cruise ship, with no idea how to swim. Get anywhere near that sea of tranquility and you’ll run out of air pretty quickly. And a shot is even quicker than a gasp. So I asked her, “What is that doing here?” “It’s a fancy paperweight. Try and disturb my shit and bang!” She cocked both hands into the shape of a Tommy gun and began to mow down imaginary attackers with invisible bullets. They sounded more like drops of rain than bullets though, “Pewpewpewpewpewpewpewpew!” Was this really a grown woman’s kitchen I was sitting in? “A normal rock would suffice, don’t you think?” “A girl can’t be too careful. Don’t worry, it’s all legal. Got the papers right over there.” She pointed to a stack of papers sitting in the next room. Bills, magazines, junk mail, if it was there, she was doing a fine job of keeping it securely hidden. Wish she’d done the same with the gun. posted by ezruh sellof at 1:44 PM 1 comments |
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Have you heard that song Janie's Got A Gun by that band Aerosmith? Perhaps the greatest song ever? Jes.
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