There are days when I make a conscious decision to leave my little friend at home because of where I'm going or what I'm wearing... but no more. I will carry everywhere, every day, and practice inbetween.
And woe be unto the first scum-sucking son of Obama that tries this on me cause I'm an old fart and unable to put up a decent fight any more - I'll just shoot his ass.
Here’s what happened to me in 1974, as a victim in a robbery/shooting. I walked away from this one, by the Grace of God, and carry a 1911 .45 acp to this day. I also still have the bullet in my left side at the spine. I won’t be a victim, twice.
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