Showing posts with label gun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gun. Show all posts

Monday, December 1, 2008

Don't touch right there girl, you gon' make my gun go off!


A few thoughts on the upcoming Plax-Gate that's going to happen...
  1. How did this guy shoot himself? There's gotta be more to it than him mistakenly shooting himself in the leg (Cheddar Bob azz...). I have a theory.
  2. Why doesn't he have security that has the gun(s) rather than himself?
  3. Why does dude have an illegal gun when he can just register and buy a legal one? It's not like he doesn't have the money, right?
  4. Why did Antonio Pierce (allegedly) take the gun back with him to (presumably) his home in New Jersey?
  5. How much of the book do you think Commissioner Goodell is going to hit him with?
My theory: Plaxico was an idiot (this is undoubtedly true). He went to the club with an illegal gun (see, he's an idiot) and then someone must have approached him and made him think they were a threat. Then he (idiot) panics and reaches for the gun and shoots himself in the leg trying to pull the gun out. Again, this all hinges on the fact that he's a complete idiot. Now from there, it really doesn't matter what happened because there's an always a negative effect when the cause is idiocy.

The only guys that shoot themselves by mistake are the ones that are scared and panic. I understand why some of these guys feel the need to own guns. But in the home is one thing and out with you to a Manhattan nightclub is another. Did he hear Diddy/Shyne was going to be there? I don't get it. Can't he afford to have security? So what if no rich athlete wants to admit that he could use some extra security. Let's be smarter fellas, seriously. Aside from owning an illegal gun à la TIPPORD, you take it to a club! Stupid. It's no dumb assumption to make that people are probably out to "get you" in some way, but there are more intelligent and legal ways to go about protecting yourself. A 31-year old man with millions of dollars, a wife (I think), and children should know better. I understand the pride involved and guys feeling like they can take care of themselves but even if you're going to carry things that way, you need to be smarter about maintaining your d@mn gangster.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Rest In Peace Ant'

For what seems to be like the 100th time now, I have lost another friend (in this case, more than a friend) to violence in the neighborhood I grew up in.

Since about 1995 I have seen more than 5 people I grew up with die from the gun.

I have known at least 3 times that many people that died from the hands of a gun.

I have seen several of my friends survive gunshot wounds.

I have been shot at.

I have gone to way too many funerals for people my age.

Even after all that I have pondered whether or not I wanted to own a gun myself. For "protection". The truth of the matter is the only protection you need is the man up above. Nothing good comes from owning a gun. Even if you're protecting yourself you may have to take someone's life to save your own. Or you may provoke someone that just wanted to scare you with their gun/weapon to kill you.

NOTHING good comes from owning/having a gun. They are meant to hurt/harm people!

My cousin Antwain and spent a lot of time together when I was younger. We played football together at the local boys and girls club. We played basketball together there too. We went on vacations together and tried to holla at all the girls, LOL. I lost my daggon virginity (on vacation at that, LOL...Is that personal enough JAC?) because he hooked me up with a friend of a friend. Memories I'll never forget and all that I will have from this point on. It hurts!

I had lost touch in the past few years and now I get to learn how to live with the regrets of not having been able to tell him "ayight joe" or "peace" or "I'll holla at you later" before we got off the phone. I never got the chance to have that conversation I wanted to have with him about where his life was headed. I had to have those conversations on my knees last night. I know he heard me.

Rest in Peace Antwain Simpson.