One of the most insane environments I have ever spent time in is a gun range. There we are, all in a line, armed to the teeth, firing away.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It was comical because you're at a firing range, all these people are so seriously shooting their little guns.
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 grew up hunting with shotguns and rifles, and we had a gun in every corner of the living room. I'm not a gun advocate, but that's the way I grew up.
For target shooting, that's okay. Get a license and go to the range. For defense of the home, that's why we have police departments.
I'm a lucky boy! I could be holding a gun in Afghanistan. There's boys out there doing what they've got to do, and there's people digging holes, and there's people driving buses. And there's nothing wrong with that.
My accident happened in what should have been one of the safest places to be: in a police station, at the hands of trained police officers. So more guns are not the answer.
I always prefer shooting on locations, because when I'm at home, it's harder to sort of get lost in the world of whatever you're making. It does, it does force this bond and community amongst a group.
I have a horror of being in confined spaces.
You can see my guns at my apartment. The safe room is a special place... It's good to have a safe room in your house. It's storm-proof; we've got food, store supplies, all kinds of stuff.
I think it is rather heroic to go into a war zone where everyone is trying to kill you, and you have no way of shooting back.