I have always been the type that if I am faced with a shitstorm, I felt it better to go ahead and go through it to get it over with. My fuse is short, and I can’t stand stupid, entitlement, me me me attitudes, thug life types, chest beaters, those that think they know what’s best for me more than I do myself, crooks, thieves, people that just fuck you over because they just happen to be in a position to, etc. I have walked away from those situations every time I’ve been given the opportunity to, and I chose to surround myself with level headed, intelligent, capable people. I don’t give a rats ass what color you are, or how tall or short you may be, or if you can run a marathon at the drop of a hat. I enjoy learning from others, and look for their experience when I’m faced with a challenge I don’t entirely understand. I want to enjoy your company, enthusiasm, and your passion if I find it interesting. I back the blue, and all other first responders that do it for the right reasons. I also thank God I am alive every day I wake up, for my beautiful wife, for my children, and for the fact that I was born here in the United States. Our differences are really not an issue with me unless you make it one. If the color of your skin is the reason for you being the way you are, then chances are we can’t be friends. I take it like you don’t like me because my TJ is black, and you think a white one works, runs, or rides better. Petty shit and I don’t get along very well, and I will probably walk away from you. If you are worthy of my friendship, I will give you the shirt off my back without you asking. I honestly try to understand what makes people tick, what’s important to them, and will help you if I’m able to, because I want to. I carry a gun because I can. Not to be a hero of any type, but only because there are people, and other things that wish to do harm if given the chance to, and I am no spring chicken anymore. I am the only one in my family that carries as well.
- Edited to add, I don’t think I’m special or better than anyone. I’m not the best at anything except being me. The guns that I carry may not be the best there is, or the most expensive, or even pretty to look at, and I’m sure there are better ones to have, but I don’t own them. I have spent extensive hours to ensure the ones that I do have work every time for me. Currently polishing the trigger pieces, and a few other parts on one now, to see if I can make it more accurate. No, I’m not sitting in my mothers basement in my underwear hugging on it and whispering my precious to it, or drinking DrPepper.