I had a conversation with a friend on Sunday that really stuck with me — made it difficult to sleep that night. She was talking about her father, a retired cop, who carries a gun with him everywhere. It was a sad story, for a lot of reasons, but it’s not my story, and I don’t have the right to share it.
I did share my own story — the story that kept me up Sunday night. I told parts of it to other people on Monday, and I wrote the whole thing down tonight — bright light slays demons, and I don’t want this in my dreams anymore.
You can read it here: http://www.sudosu.net/essays/no-more-guns/ .
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