The first thing you have to understand, is that where I live it gets dark. Like Grimm's fairy tales dark. Like really, really in the middle of the countryside in the mountains dark. Like, you can't just swing this bitch without a flashlight dark.
Now, I never used to be afraid of the dark, until I moved here. And it's not inside dark that bothers me, because I am not going to find a bear in my living room.*
Here is my brain, whenever I have to step outside at night.
ME: Alright let's go. Should we take a gun?
BRAIN: Nah, were just going to the car, everything will be fine, what's the worst that could happen.
ME: Okay, here we go. *Scans yard with flashlight*
BRAIN: Ohh look at the stars... OH MY GOD IT'S BEAR EYES WERE GONNA FUCKING DIE!
ME: That's the reflector on the backhoe.
BRAIN: Oh. Right. Good, good. Carry on.
ME: Let's just get this over with. *Scans again*
ME: Yup eyes. Forward eyes, maybe? Can't tell. It's probably a deer. It's not moving.
BRAIN: It's a coyote. It's going to maul us and then we are going to die.
ME: You think? *Animal bobs head.* Oh god maybe you're right, Why didn't we bring the gun!?
BRAIN: Oh god oh god, it's moving! It's circling behind us! WE ARE GOING TO DIE!
ME: Oh shit, oh fuck, where is it? Where is it? *Scans with flashlight again.* Oh wait, I can see it now. It's a deer.
BRAIN: I think I'll just shut off the adrenaline, then shall I?
ME: Yeah, that would be good. Say, you think we should just forget whatever it was we came out here to get? Whatever it was?
BRAIN: It was a bag of gummy bears you left in the car, and yes, yes we should.
Okay, lets look at the same thing again, only this time Holly brings the damn gun like she should have in the first damn place.
Me: Alright. I'm just gonna stick this here revolver in my pocket. **
ME: Here we go. *Scans yard with flashlight*
BRAIN: Ohhh look at the stars. Hey is that a- nope just a reflector. Say what's that over there?
ME: I dunno, a deer or some shit.
BRAIN: Let's have a look.
ME: I dunno. Huh. Coyote maybe. *Puts hand on pistol grip.* “Hey animal, move! Hey you, get outta here.”
BRAIN: It ran off, it was a deer.
ME: There white tails are sooo cute. They are like scarves for their butts.
BRAIN: I know right!? Ohhh gummy bears.
ME: Yeah I bought the good kind, not those waxy one's.
This is pretty much how it goes down. You would think that I would have learned my lesson by now, and just taken the damn gun, but nope. I still occasionally make a dash to the car, or something without it.
Considering Scott saw a bear, in the motherfucking FRONT LAWN you think I would stop doing that shit. But nope. Because learning from past experiences is for
So I am writing this, not only to illustrate a point about guns have a place (a very important one) in my life, but also as a reminder.
Holly, TAKE THE DAMN GUN NEXT TIME.
Sincerely, your brain.
*Let all hope this never happens. Okay?
** I'm putting whole holster into my pocket, not just the gun, in case you were wondering.
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