Eaglie's Aviary

Monday, August 15, 2005


I slipped a gun onto the "L". Not because I intended to. More that I forget I had it packed. Of course, why would I have a gun? Unless it was an AirSoft gun. Which it was.

It wasn't hard. It was in my bag. It's mostly metal, with some plastic for the casing. It's about as heavy as a real gun.

Honestly, I kept thinking about playing around with it. I had played with it all through my Wisconsin trip. Plenty of shooting up there. It was fun, everyone had these guns, though everyone liked mine. It was very real. Looked like FBI-standard issue. Everyone else had clear plastic. Still hurt, plenty of annoyed groans from direct hits by pellets.

When this one creepy guy started talking to me on the platform, I kept thinking about the gun. If anyone attacked me, I could give them the right scare. If someone pointed a gun at me, I could point one right back at them! I could match them in "fear factor."

But why?

I kept my bag zipped.