It’s that time of the year again here in Indianapolis.
“Expo”.
You know the one.
So, I forgot that and took the kids to the mall because it was too hot to go to the park. Crowds everywhere, and the vast majority of the new faces were well-behaved. However, roving bands of saggy-pantsed “urban youths” roving about, with mallcop security quadrupled (at least).
As we walked, my youngest daughter (holding my hand) said, “You have your gun, right?” I swung my hand (and hers) to the hard bump beneath my shirt and she looked at me and smiled.
I don’t care how small the gun has to be to fit, I’m carrying EVERYWHERE.
“I don’t care how small the gun has to be to fit, I’m carrying EVERYWHERE”
I do too. In hot weather it’s a little .380 Ruger LCP-CT which is easy to conceal under a t-shirt in a inside-the-pants holster.
It’s loaded with 6 rounds of Hornady Critical Defense ammo.