I am licensed to carry the firearm, an Officers Model .45 that I assembled from parts. It resides cocked, not locked, in a Galco "Miami Vice" shoulder holster with two spare mags for a total of 22 shots. The jar is sitting on a coffee heater and contains a spiced candle that was being melted for aromatic purposes (to sorta mask the bad bad stale smoke smell). I was cutting brush and small trees, for a friend in Tampa, in a neighborhood so bad that I literally stayed armed at all times outside, and slept in the bed of my truck, armed, to make sure it would still be there in the morning. The roadtrip mission was to help clean up this:
Mission complete. Many shots consumed, but none fired. All for a very dear friend, worthy cause, don't ya know.
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