shots

had an extended repartee (pronounced repartay, please) with a fellow about rampage shootings crime and guns
and he stole my thunder right from the beginning "if i find a stranger in my house, i wanna have a gun" he says softly
and the repart'ay' went on and on in the cafeteria bufferred by my diplomatic probably wiser friend and the tone got louder and louder
by the time i swaggered into understanding that once you hit a wall, you hit a wall, i was fuming and he was, he was smiling less as he munched on the sweet 'tater' pie
that did nothing to absorb his words, unfortunately
people are entitled to their own opinion but..
give men guns and they will shoot each other
that's that.
parting shot from moi 'will always call u before visiting, don't fancy getting shot'
and he's such a pleasant, likeable southern guy, i assure u