The Smith & Wesson SD40 VE low-capacity handgun looked slick on my coffee table, in my hand, anywhere I placed it in my little apartment in Savannah, Georgia.
When I was six years old my best friend’s father killed himself. I remember overhearing my mother on the phone — things I wasn’t supposed to hear. Something about bloody glasses. Something about a gun. I didn’t know what it all meant until my mother sat me down. Suddenly, I was terrified that…
1.In 1982 I was 16 and destroying my life. Or my life was falling apart, depending on how you portion out the responsibility. Me and my…