never had a need for a gun i awlays had my knife... no and i'm not pulling a brock sampson either... i always been that way.
i forgot i gave my cuz a house key for when he was on his travels, he could always crash over, no matter what time. one night, about 2 in the morning i wake up and the door is rustling, i unsheathed my knifed and when the door opened i rushed the bastard the was entering. while i went to draw my knife backwards i didn't know who it was. usually when things scare me or are trying, i attack, natural response. needless to say while drawing the knife downward my cousin screamed my name, and i stopped striking the dirt right next to him, i felt bad for making him almost shit his pants, because i forgot to tell him during the winter time, lift the door when you try to unlock, otherwise it will sound like you're breaking in.