I'm basically turning my apartment into an armory.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My bedroom's like an armoury.
If there's one thing you can say about my apartment it's that it's constantly evolving, constantly changing. I think that is the mark of a good apartment; you can never really be done - It's like a proper wardrobe.
I have more guns than I need and not as many as I want.
I find myself for whatever reason unable to live in the apartment I renovate and have to sell.
I've dealt with a lot of guns over my career, so I'm getting better and better with firearms.
I'm finishing building a house and setting up a shop to build custom electronical musical instruments.
I have seven apartments in the house to keep in a state fit to be inspected everyday by Gentlemen.
Two special agents at the front door pulled me outside. By that time, they had already had the house surrounded with loaded weapons, machine guns, shotguns... about 25 federal agents.
I have my fashion empire to build.
The thing to do is to build a fortress within yourself.