Damn. My new gun can’t arrive soon enough.
“Did I just hear you say ‘Damn! My new gun can’t arrive soon enough!’?”
Oops. I was like 99% sure that I’d only thought that.
“Sorry, officer,” I said, and then I handed over my license and registration as he’d asked.
My apology was quite sincere. Plus, I was wearing those special hypno-contact-lenses I bought offa eBay and I was really, really concentrating on the phrase “Please don’t pull me from my car and tase me to the ground and make fun of my Gavin McLeod air freshener.” So I don’t know what the hell went wrong. Maybe I had the left lens in the right eye and the right one in the left or something.
I’m looking forward to continuing work on my NaTeUnNoWriMo Novel, but without a gun, what can you do?
I guess for the next few days I’ll just kill time by looking at YouTube videos until I find one that I can rip off for a short story. You know…like the writers at The New Yorker do.