Showing posts with label Gun policy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gun policy. Show all posts

Friday, December 14, 2018

Alan R. & Alejandro S.


Topic: Gun regulation


Version 1

This story is about a man named Gideon Osborne. He is 25 years old and has a disorder called Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED) but has not been diagnosed.

He is walking to the gun shop. When he opens the door, there are not many people. He had expected more because it is hunting season. He goes to the man who is selling guns.

The man says,, “Hello sir, which gun are you interested in?”

Gideon asks, “Which gun is this?”

“This is the Walther P99.”

“I’ll take it.”

“That'll be $553.99 with the ammunition.”

“Here is $580.”

“Here is your change.”

When he gets home he is starving, so he orders pizza. Someone knocks on his door and he gets startled. He grabs his gun and opens the door aggressively. He had forgotten that he had ordered a pizza. Gideon was mad that the pizza man was late. He makes a mad face to the pizza man and yells at him.

“Why were you late? I was starving, plus, your pizza place is like six minutes away!”

“Sir, I got here in ten minutes because there were other customers!”

“Well, I am a customer and I was starving!”

“Sir, there is NO need to YELL!”

Gideon points the gun to the pizza man’s forehead. “Next time, get here earlier.”

The pizza man leaves the pizza box, slowly, frightened and shaking. He doesn’t take the money and rushes to the elevator, pressing the close button rapidly.


Version 2
Here is the same story, but where Gideon is not allowed to buy the gun...

Gideon is walking to the gun shop. When he opens the door, there are not many people. He had been expecting more because it is hunting season. He goes to the man who is selling guns.

The man says, “What are you interested in?”

Gideon says, “That gun.”

“That would be the Walther P99, and that would be $553.99 with the ammunition. You also need a doctor's note to say you don't have a disorder.”  

“I don't have a doctors note.”

“Then I'm sorry, you can't get a gun.”

“I need a gun right now!”

“I'm sorry, I can't give you one.”

Gideon becomes frustrated, so he goes to his apartment. When he gets there he is hungry, so he orders a pizza. There is a knock on the door, and he is startled. He opens the door aggressively and yells, “What do you want?!”

The pizza man is scared. He says, “The pizza is $5.99.”

“OK, I have $7.00.”

“Here is your change.”

“Just keep the change!!!” The pizza man gives the pizza to Gideon after he pays for the pizza. Gideon watches the pizza man go into the elevator, knowing he can’t hurt him. Then Gideon eat his sizzling yummy pepperoni pizza and goes to sleep.

Alex H. & Aramis M.


Topic: Gun rights


The Night of the Attempted Robbery

It was a cold night when my friend and I were walking down the street. My life flashed before my eyes. It was the night that we went to a restaurant together for a reunion! I haven't seen Fred since high school, and a lot has changed. The night started off with us eating a nice meal at Par la Rivière (By the River in French).

We decided to walk to a nearby gelato place that my friend had told me about a while ago. As we were walking, I heard a faint voice that said,”Put your hands up unless you want to get hurt.” Fred and I slowly turned around to find out that the guy had a gun. Soon enough, he demanded that we give him our wallets and anything else valuable that we had.

I turned my head slowly over to Fred, and he gave me a slight nod, as if he wanted me to just hand over everything like it was nothing. I pretended to get my wallet, when really I was pulling my gun from my holster. I demanded for the guy to put down his gun. Two loud bangs went off, and as I slowly looked up, I saw Fred on the floor with his hands around his head and the robber nowhere to be found.

Fred slowly stood up and turned to me. He gave me a sigh of relief.

“Thank God you had that gun, Rob,” Fred said gratefully. I took out my phone and dialed 9-1-1. After a few minutes, I heard sirens in the distance.

“Is that all, Rob?” asked the cop.

”Yes,” I replied.

”How did you know how to fire a gun, and not shoot him?!” asked the cop. He had a stunned expression on his face.

”I have been shooting since I was six years old, and I also took lessons on my aim with a handgun,” I replied quietly.

The cop smiled. “Wow! Your friend is sure lucky to know someone like you!”

I smiled back, and put my gun back on my holster. ”Thanks, but we are just lucky that we didn't die or loose our wallets,” I happily replied.