bluealtered
Silver $$ Contributor
It has infected millions of people in this country and will infect millions more, and for those people there is very little hope of them being what others call cured. It appears to strike people of all ages and all backgrounds and doesn't care what color you are, when you get it you may not even know it at first, or you may have known from the first moments you can remember. The dreaded BR disease pales in comparison to this disease. A bold statement i know, however when you consider that the BR in all it's forms is only a small portion of the overall disease problem, the true size of this disease begins to show itself for what it is, ... a incurable disease.
I don't really remember when i became aware of it, only that i knew something was missing from my life. Like many others i searched for the cure while not knowing really what i was searching for. Then it happened! I was out goofing off with a friend and his dad had let him take out the family's brand new Ruger .22 pistol, it looked like a German luger to kids like us and he had a box of .22 shells to go with it! Something happened when it was my turn to shoot it ... the missing part of me was no longer missing, i felt like i was on top of the world.
I knew now what my life was meant for, i was born to own/shoot as many guns as i could get my hands on. I guess the disease really begin to take over when i got a second job just so i could buy more guns, well as you might suspect soon every corner of the house had rifles sitting in the corner. (I really wanted to add a new 30x40 room for them so the corners would have more room for more.)
It was about this time that i noticed that my loving wife was giving me very strange looks, this worried me, was she going to sneak some for herself? This was terrible, i had long ago lost count of how many there were so how was i going to tell if she did? Was she going to sell them and buy shoes for the kids? ... Was she crazy? Then it happened ... she very gently sat me down by my favorite Sako 6.5x55 and showed me the word addiction, i had heard the word before but it was for people who couldn't control themselves, certainly not me ... NOT ME!
Well it's a few years later now and they tell me i'm getting better. i think i'm down to a 100 or so i think. It hurt a lot but i can do it! I took up wood working to help me, I'm making what kind of look like rifle racks . Yep this helps a lot i have to admit. Say did i mention that i rented a apartment across town, Shhhh! don't tell my wife. Yep i took all the furniture out because it's in the way of the wooden racks that i'm putting along all the walls in the apartment, yep i'm getting better, now what should i put in those racks?
I don't really remember when i became aware of it, only that i knew something was missing from my life. Like many others i searched for the cure while not knowing really what i was searching for. Then it happened! I was out goofing off with a friend and his dad had let him take out the family's brand new Ruger .22 pistol, it looked like a German luger to kids like us and he had a box of .22 shells to go with it! Something happened when it was my turn to shoot it ... the missing part of me was no longer missing, i felt like i was on top of the world.
I knew now what my life was meant for, i was born to own/shoot as many guns as i could get my hands on. I guess the disease really begin to take over when i got a second job just so i could buy more guns, well as you might suspect soon every corner of the house had rifles sitting in the corner. (I really wanted to add a new 30x40 room for them so the corners would have more room for more.)
It was about this time that i noticed that my loving wife was giving me very strange looks, this worried me, was she going to sneak some for herself? This was terrible, i had long ago lost count of how many there were so how was i going to tell if she did? Was she going to sell them and buy shoes for the kids? ... Was she crazy? Then it happened ... she very gently sat me down by my favorite Sako 6.5x55 and showed me the word addiction, i had heard the word before but it was for people who couldn't control themselves, certainly not me ... NOT ME!
Well it's a few years later now and they tell me i'm getting better. i think i'm down to a 100 or so i think. It hurt a lot but i can do it! I took up wood working to help me, I'm making what kind of look like rifle racks . Yep this helps a lot i have to admit. Say did i mention that i rented a apartment across town, Shhhh! don't tell my wife. Yep i took all the furniture out because it's in the way of the wooden racks that i'm putting along all the walls in the apartment, yep i'm getting better, now what should i put in those racks?
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