I don't recall having a gun. I really don't. I don't think I ever pulled a gun on anyone in my life.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Prior to being mugged I did not feel I had to carry a gun. However, I knew how to shoot a gun very proficiently. As a boy, I used to play cowboys and Indians all the time.
I have been afraid of guns, I have sworn I would never use a gun on another person and so did not need one, and I have wanted to deny the existence of evil.
You know, I've never shot a gun in a movie.
Remember the first rule of gunfighting... 'have a gun.'
My cousin cleaned out a shotgun for me and let me carry it around the house, because he said, 'Anybody who knows anything about guns is going to know in a second if someone has held a gun before.' I didn't want to be that person. I wanted to be practiced.
I always believed it would happen and stuck to my guns.
I finally bought a gun because I said if I'm going to get it, I'm taking somebody with me.
I had a gun and I had to run and shoot, which is not easy.
I've always had a way with a gun. As a kid, I loved to fire them at the shooting range in amusement parks. I'd always return home with a handful of prizes.
I've carried a gun for 10 years. I've carried them in the locker room, and nobody really knows about it. I know how to handle myself, and I stow it away where nobody really knows about it.