On Saturday, my friend Kunchana and I were driving down the road. There was a big SUV trying to pull on to the road and we just went around it. They were going slow, they were not really moving. so fuck it, we'll pass them by.

Soon after, they cut in front of us screaming at us to stop the vehicle.. I personally am NOT a fan of stopping because some idiot shouted at me to, so I over took them again. This time they cut in front and stopped in front of me.

Then these presidential security looking motherfuckers got out and this big ugly fuck started screaming at me about not letting them have their way. I gave them the old stone look and told them to learn to drive. A few minutes of this and they get in the car and drive off. And I over take hem again because I am an asshole.

The lesson I learned that day was simple. I WANT A GUN!!! Not just any gun. Something big and powerful. Something like a Colt .45 ACP. After all when you pull a gun on agoonda like that motherfucker, you want it to be big and fucking scary. You want him to look in trhe barrel and see death staring him in the eye for that split second before his eye is incinerated in a blast of cordite and his brain is sprayed out the back of his skull. I would gladly and without remorse kill people like that.

I believe that people in Sri Lanka need guns. I believe that when only the thugs and the crooks and the forces have guns, there will be no one to defend the common man, I believe that "god made all Men, but Samuel Colt made them equal."

Gawdammit. I want a gun