I did two things today that I’ve never done before. The first is complete a concealed weapons certification class. The second is deal with angry, “gangsta” punks on a delivery. In that order. I think they mesh fairly well.
When I signed up for the class, I hadn’t really considered applying the one to the other. Now I feel differently. I’d always thought that I’d never hear someone use the words “Yo”, “Dog”, and “Foo” so many times while simultaneously threatening grievous bodily harm over a fifteen-minute late pizza. Apparently that sort of thing can happen in Cedar. And if that sort of thing happens again, then I’ll start carrying. I even have one picked out.