“I was having some seriously dark thoughts when I found Woman. The only company I’d had in a month was my gun, and they can start to talk to you after a while, guns, if you’re alone with them long enough. The weapon watched me with its black eye as I rattled around the bare house, saw when I failed to unpack the boxes in the hallway day after day. It lay on its side and judged my drinking. Halfway down a bottle of Wild Turkey one night, I started asking the gun what its fucking solution to everything was if it was so smart. A gun has only one answer.”