You know this toga kid is serious because he’s holding his gun sideways. True story- when I was a senior in high school my friend threw this party when his parents were out of town and things got nuckin’ futs pretty fast. To the point where some kid none of us knew rode out of the shed on my friend’s dad’s lawnmower and took off down the street. He was completely wasted but still remembered to stop at all of the stop signs.
My friend, the host, was even more inebriated and took a few of us into his dad’s office to show us something. So my life became a gun control PSA as he held up his dad’s double action revolver with a big smile on his face. Everyone else was ooing and aahing and asking to hold it but I was doing my best not to piss my pants. I hate guns. Always have. And all of a sudden my drunk friend (who was already irresponsible sober) was pointing a loaded one straight at me at point blank range.
That wasn’t consciously the inspiration for this particular part of the story but the image of staring at the barrel of a gun isn’t one I’ll ever shake. I got lucky. I got to walk out of that office. Check back next week to see how our characters luck holds up.
