About a month after Lisa moved in she asked "Hey, you want to play some cards or roll some dice?"
What the fuck kind of games are those to play with somebody you care about?
"Oooooookay......" I said as I retrieved my 41 and fighting knife from the safe and laid them on the table.
"Whoa, what are you doing? What's all this he-man shit for?" she wanted to know.
"I thought you wanted to play cards. I ain't playing no cards without my weapontry close at hand. A man can get killed if he forgets or gambles away his arms. What do you want to play?"
"Oh Jesus. I take it you won't gamble in a casino because you can't carry a gun."
"Nope, just gotta gamble with your coat on."
The upshot of the evening was she taught me some new card games and commenced to beat the shit out of me all night long. I should've retained my firearms.