2006-02-13 - 7:22 p.m.
I'm sitting at a Starbucks listening to what I think is a date. This crazy looking bastard has been talking almost nonstop for the last hour to some woman who speaks very softly and has sat there nodding.
He has gone off at great length about his many medications for psychological conditions.
Now he's talking about his pistol and the fact that he hasn't had a concealed weapons permit for years.
Quote: "I'm going to get all my pistols from my ex-wife's house. Her husband has them all in his gun safe."
Quote: "I've given my son a couple of rifles, a couple of shotguns and three pistols. I'm not a gun freak."
Quote: "I used to keep a pistol in the house. My wife didn't like it but it made her feel safer. Sometimes I'd use it to shoot a squirrel or a rabbit or something. Yes, they're good to eat."
You're kidding.
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