bedroom shotgun? ufyh reblogged your cleaning pics and im a little curious about the story, if you feel comfortable sharing.
Not much of one to tell! Because I’m kinda small, my dad taught me to shoot at 10 when I’d be able to handle the kick of guns without getting scared. I was taught to field strip pistols on a timer, how to clean guns, how to disarm an armed assailant, etc… When I was 18 my father got an antique stagecoach rossi 20g shotgun, took it apart, gave it to me in pieces wrapped up and said that if I could put it together I could have it. It was my first time touching a stagecoach but since it’s only 3 pieces I figured it out pretty quick.
Now that I have my own apartment, the gun is mine and is with me. I live in an area of bad crime– the building right next to me was actually broken into and set on fire by people I went to school with and one person died. Another person around here fatally stabbed his pregnant girlfriend. We also just had a couple from my city going around and breaking into houses and cars, etc… this is daily.
So as a result I have my shotgun by my bed. It’s not loaded, but I have a box of shells right by and my door is reinforced… so if someone began to try breaking in, it would give me some time to load my gun and make them fuck off.