Over the last two years my roommate has been watching me collecting guns and having a good time with them. Throughout his life he never had any thought of owning a firearm but the other day his tax refund came in and he pipes up "let's go to that gun store on B-H Highway." We discuss what he's looking for. He told me he liked that "funny gas seal revolver you have", meaning my 1895 Nagant. I ask him what he wants the gun for and he replied "personal protection". I dissuaded him from the Nagant and left him in the care of the more knowledgeable man at the gun store. An hour later he walks away with his first gun purchase, an M&P Bodyguard 380. He has no idea of the path he's just embarked on The world now has one more with a gun.