Criminal

I committed a crime tonight.

My mom's studying to become a photographer. This week the assignment was night shots. So, she wants to get downtown pictures. River shots.

Downtown. At night. Walking around with a $1500 camera. Not smart.

I carried my dad's Walther PPK/S for the hour and a half we were downtown. Small gun, inside the waistband holster, t-shirt, hooded sweatshirt, and leather corsair jacket. I could've carried my big Sig 45 and nobody would've noticed.

It's weird. I just broke the law. On the list of crimes, it isn't a traffic violation. I feel no guilt. Nothing. I'd do it again, and I probably will. I do not respect this law, and the only consideration I will give it is how I can thwart it and not get caught.

I guess this is what Ayn Rand meant when she said you can't rule free men.

I'll break the law again, if I feel the benefits outweigh the risks.