Well, all I can say is "Oh-Mi-Gawd." I think it was the jeweled barrels (where they meet the receiver) that started me having the seizures. Let no one say that my pard JLP lacks a soul--he knows where the heart's desire lies!
Some men are addicted to cocaine, some fast sports cars, some beautiful women. Every man who has a soul desires something beautiful and powerful for himself, something that tells his story and is his and his alone. And if he happens to be in a station in life where these things become unobtainable to him, well, he must rise above or just give up.
(Imagine the sombre and dramatic traditional Mexican death song, the Deguello, playing in the background :lol: We are standing on a street in old El Paso. I turn to stare into your eyes and pass you the flask. The Mescal burns your throat as you drink). And me, hombre? It's a pigeon grade model 23 with two barrel sets and unique wood; a beautiful old Parker (saw and handled one today, just $8000); a matched set of Greeners with the early crossbolt safety. Who can say what drives a man to steal and kill for the sake of his obsession? And what man can tell him truly that he is wrong to do so?
I am not ready to give up yet--if only I could sell that book and get movie rights . . .
