I'm the Paranoid Gun Owner.
Everyone who targets me dies. So don't target me, lol.
I figure it's best to claim ASAP rather than try to goad the scum into hitting me.
But there's something so serene about tying someone's neck to the old birch we used to swing from when we were younguns. It's almost like fulfilling a prophecy.
ah, there's not much that can be done, and I know that.
It just helps to write things sometimes and to know someone has heard me.
Thank you for the kindness.