Originally Posted by
allegro
Full disclosure: MY OWN COUSIN SHOT HIS BEST FRIEND WITH A HAND GUN when they were in junior high school (7th and 8th grade). They "found" my cousin's friend's dad's gun (I can fully assure you that my uncle - also my Godfather - didn't know shit about guns, never owned one EVER) and I dunno wtf happened but my younger cousin ACCIDENTALLY shot his own best friend. Because they didn't know it was loaded. His friend is still alive, THANK GOD, but you can be SURE that neither of the dumbasses knew ANYTHING about guns. This was in fucking STERLING HEIGHTS, MICHIGAN, also known as "Sterile Whites," which was, back, then, a really boring upper-middle-class suburb of the Detroit area where NOTHING ever happened. Back then, we were literally surrounded by cows and corn fields. The most exciting thing that ever happened to us is when they built Lakeside Mall. Oh, wait, my best friend's high school boyfriend got high on Dust and stabbed his neighbor to death. But that's probably because boredom leads to drugs. Write that down, kids, it's important.