“I’ve never owned a gun, never even held one. I’ve never owned a BB gun, but I fired one. I shot BB’s into an empty box of Frosted Flakes that was nailed to a wooden post. It broke my spirit. I wondered why I was being violent to something that had only given me pleasure; I loved Frosted Flakes as a kid, and still enjoy them to this day.”
“Oh, thank Heaven for September the 11th. I thought I might run the risk of getting through this life without witnessing an event of historical importance I could regale my never-to-be-conceived grandchildren with.”
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