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Pay Attention

Hanging out and drinking beers, someone pulls out a gun. Not in that way, but in a, "Get this fucking heavy thing out of my belt" way. Nice piece too I might add. All sorts of tales start to be spun at this visual cue, guns are quite the conversation piece. See that is what Europe does not understand, us Americans don't really like our guns, we like to talk.

Beer and talking and smoking. I pick up the gun to feel it's weight and balance. It's a good gun. He really does know his shit after all.

I place it back on the table only after I hold it in my shirt and wipe it clean of any finger prints.

He catches this and makes eye contact with me. He nods. He now knows that I know my shit as well.

And a Hollywood friendship is born.