This it the 1911 I want.
This is the rifle I want.
This is a zombie. They all have to die.
This is the guy that takes care of me.
This is me and my kiddo, whom I love.
I love my family, and I'm a recovering addict. I am by no means perfect, and I make a lot of mistakes, but God's grace is sufficient for me.
I think that's all I'm gonna say today, unless pushed to do otherwise.
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