by Mercedes Yardley
The thing about guns is that they’re so charismatic. You walk into a room, it makes its appearance, and suddenly every eye in the place is on it. Case in point. I think, Nice Glock 37, firing a .45 GAP caliber, with a magazine capacity of ten rounds, full mag weight of 9.53 ounces, trigger pull of 5.5 pounds, aimed at my heart, dead steady. All this before I even take the time to look up and see who’s holding it on me in the first place. And then I’m not surprised, not at all, just... kind of sad and let down, if you know what I mean.
Mercedes Yardley really, really hates to be sad and let down (if you know what she means).