If one of those open carry meatheads came across somebody like me on the wrong day, there’s nothing they could do to keep that gun. Us nutters carry a lot of rage, almost like a continuous adrenaline rush. I wouldn’t dream of hurting anybody because I’m not about to make my problem somebody else’s, but I think I’m definitely in the minority. I still have this Pinocchio like fantasy that someday I’ll be a real person, and hurting somebody else (including me) will ruin it. It would also mean giving in to my voices, and I’ve fought too hard and too long to give up now.