I’m a male in my mid-twenties, went to a brew-pub with a couple friends the same age, ran into a guy our age we went to high-school with and his girlfriend. Not only did I not get tanked, but I did not shoot the noisy drunk who decided that grabbing my shoulder was a good idea.
I did tell him that I had no idea where the refrigerator that he had stored his thirty hot dogs in before blacking out could be found. Four years of packing a sidearm and still no blood on my hands. I am a terrible gun owner.