I was five and he was six...
Alright kids, here we go. On the last leg of our flight there, Chicago to Indy, the flight attendants kindly asked everyone not to be "bin hogs" over the speakers before boarding, meaning that we should not overstuff the overhead bins with all the junk we had as carry-on, not leaving room for other passengers. We both had a backpack, a small duffel bag full of stuff, Christina had a larger purse and I was also carrying a rolled-up world map for Christina's little brother, Jeremiah, which was about 5 feet long. The map went into a little closet they had, but the rest all went in the overhead bins. To fight the bin hog, you must first become the bin hog. Plus the flight, as usual, was not crowded at all. What the heck was the woman smoking?
On the way to Christina's parents' (is that correct usage of apostrophes, Ginger?) house, we made the obligatory stop at White Castle to get a nice little 30-pack. Cause they don't have White Castle back home. I guess it's better than no food at all. We get there at a good time for going to sleep, but of course everyone had to get the stuff we brought for them first. Oh, did I mention that outside the gun cabinet right by the sofa, there were at least five guns placed along the walls of the living room? We weren't in Germany anymore for sure.
While we're at it, Christina's other brother, Marty Jo, brought out his 9mm semi-automatic assault rifle on the day we were having the kegger. Everybody enjoyed shooting it at a cardboard box. Just ask Ginger about it. Anyway, even though I had the itch to try it too, I resisted. It was just too much for me. To buy such a gun, you have to fork out a mere $110, plus some cheap bullets from Wal-Mart and you're good to go.
Oh, one more gun story, now that you got me started. During the first week we went to a sporting goods store in Terre Haute, where Christina's mom had bought a gun as a present for Marty Jo. Something was wrong about the paperwork she had filled out back then, and she had to come in to fix it. Apparently she marked that she didn't buy the gun fro herself, which is not allowed, so they just changed that real quick. Also she marked to be an alien, which of course she's not. But what's the point of people filling this out, when the store just changes it to whatever it needs to say? But they didn't seem so swift there at that store. The used guns were all out in front of the counter, right next to all the bullets. A bit risky for my taste, but it's their store. I mean, about a year and a half ago, a guy walked into a pawn shop and shot the guy with a gun they had on display, using bullets he had brought himself. So it's not like it hasn't happened in that town before. But they had a good variety of guns there. A huge revolver for example, and assault rifles as well.
And let me point out, maybe against popular belief, that I have no problem with private gunownership. I mean, why should a law-abiding citizen not be allowed to possess a firearm of his or her choice for whatever peaceful purpose they come up with? Personally, I don't think I would ever buy a gun for myself, but hey, there are other things I buy that most people don't have much interest in. The main problems with guns, as I see it, is that certain types of guns can potentially aggravate crime problems. Usually by becoming illegal guns somehow. But enough about guns, and enough for today. Don't do drugs.