{"id":1377,"date":"2008-12-10T00:01:47","date_gmt":"2008-12-10T08:01:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=1377"},"modified":"2008-12-10T00:01:47","modified_gmt":"2008-12-10T08:01:47","slug":"take-away-the-guns","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/take-away-the-guns\/","title":{"rendered":"Take Away the Guns"},"content":{"rendered":"

Unearthen<\/a> is a company that makes jewelry out of empty bullets. Each crystal is chosen for its “distinct qualities” and the stone with “the right properties for your needs will inherently attract you.”<\/p>\n

This could be why these necklaces don’t attract me: I don’t need to have a bullet, either around my neck or lodged in my skull.<\/p>\n

The medium sized bullet necklace (9mm, .38 SPECIAL, .40 S+W, .44 CALIBER, and .45 AUTO) will cost you around $400.<\/p>\n

When I first saw these necklaces on some shopping website, I was not impressed. The whole idea seemed kind of pseudo-avant garde and lame, like wearing a silver razor blade or coke spoon on a chain.<\/p>\n

Now, I feel more strongly.<\/p>\n

A few nights ago, a Loved One was dropping me off at my house, early in the evening. I opened my door and walked inside. I was startled by the sound of shouting in the street. Outside, a figure I could barely make out in the darkness was screaming at my Loved One’s car, “Ima fuck you up, motherfucker!” The voice sounded unhinged with rage.<\/p>\n

My Loved One was making a U-turn in the street, evidently impeding the speed of the gangsta and his female companion. I heard the girl screaming something plaintive, like “Stop it, stop it!”, trying to talk the guy down.<\/p>\n

I instinctively ran down my steps, and yelled “No no no! What’s the matter?!” hoping to placate the gangsta. As my LO’s car sped away, the guy took a step toward me and screamed, “Homie didn’t get out of my fucking way! Why don’t you shut the fuck up, you stupid fucking bitch!”<\/p>\n

I turned and ran inside and locked my door. I heard an engine start up, and the girl’s hysterical laughter.<\/p>\n

I called my LO, who was glad the cracked-out guy hadn’t followed his car. He told me that the girl was actually yelling “Put it away, put it away!”, not Stop it.<\/p>\n

My mind keeps wanting to go back and complete the scene with an alternate ending, an ending where one of us gets shot by a crazy gangsta for no reason at all.<\/p>\n

I don’t want to see any guns, ever. And I don’t want to see bullets or death being glamorized. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with people who oppose better gun control. But they better not make any U-turns.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"