Some People Think Owning a Gun is Bad
I have a gun. It has never shot anyone. Not even people I’m mad at. It just lies there, like it’s sleeping.
I bought it in 1986 when Richard Ramirez was on a killing spree in Los Angeles and I had a new baby. You know, the guy who used his victim’s blood to paint pentagrams on their walls? They said he liked yellow houses. I lived in a yellow house in Laurel Canyon. It was hidden in the trees far away from other houses so no one would even hear us scream.
So, I bought a gun to protect my daughter.
Some people think owning a gun is bad.