We live in a sick sick world.

Yesterday a drunk neighbour pointed a shot gun at me and G (he is seven). As soon as I saw the gun I took G by his hand and we ran. A called the police and because it’s a crime I had to go down with the police to give a statement to a detective. I had the best police officer ever; he waited for me to give my statement and then drove me home. I hate guns, I really, really hate guns. And have one pointed at you is the worst feeling ever. I’m not saying he would have fired it, but it’s not the point, he pointed it at a SEVEN year old. What sick fuck does something like that?

After I got home from the police station and I got to sit down and relax and think. I realised one thing; we really only have today. This scared the hell out of me for many reasons, but like I said it really made me think.

So now I have to go to court. Woho.

Peace, love and a world without guns.