Guns, God & True LoveAfter my mother died in 1989, my dad and I were looking for father-daughter bonding activities, and it was either gonna be this or bowling, so that's how I became shooter. Besides, Mr. Moe looked so great with my black leather trenchcoat and big blue-black hair. On Long Island, heavy metal is heavy metal. Even after I blew out the tweeters in my right ear shooting at Eastern Long Island's Calverton range, I still loved Mr. Moe. That shotgun is still as beautiful as ever, but I changed and so did the world. Our relationship just wasn't working, me & Mr. Moe had drifted apart.
I got sober in 1997, trading fire power for a higher power. A growing faith replaced gnawing fear, abiding love expelled hatred, anger gave way to serenity and behold, almost ten years later I'm all fired up---a warrior for light, not death. We broke up at MBI Firearms in Mineola. I sold Mr. Moe to Michael Britt, an old-school gun dealer I've know for years. I spent the money on my favorite vegan delicacies---nutbutters, tempeh and organic apricots. Picked up some rose-scented candles and pink quartz healing crystals too. I guess that's what happens when God comes into your life. You get a whole new set of toys.
"And they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more."