If you are at a house party and you walk into the kitchen to find your date sitting on the stove and she asks "where's my camera?" And you answer "I don't know." And she screams "Don't tell me to [bleep] off!" Run like hell, kid.
That was right out of high school, about 30 years ago.
Being a gun owner, and considering the Lutenberg Amendment, there is no room in my life for crazy.
