Im posting this image because its from an event in my youth I cant remember too much of. Its one I'm kind of glad I don't remember and one which I hope I'm never exposed to again. Guns make me nervous, I don't like guns. I was 17 and knew an older gay man who was a little rebellious, he was 28 and he took me to this house where lots of other interesting characters had gathered.
There was a lot of alcohol, drugs and guns. This was my first exposure to guns. The playful childlike reckless behavior of this man and his firearm is something thats always lingered as a semi memory in my mind. I remember i fled the party and my friends came and found me . I was walking for ages to find a landmark to learn where i was. I was glad to be out of there.