blackize
03-09-2004, 02:06 PM
I got the shock of a lifetime this morning. Around 9:30 this morning, a police officer was knocking at my door. I answered. He asked me about the shotgun in the trash, that's right, a shotgun in the trash. This is how it went down: my mom's under a lot of pressure to clean out the house and pack everything up as we are due out of the house on April 7, when the deal closes on the house. This past Sunday, I helped my mom clean out the shed. She came across an old shotgun, one without "the guts," so she decided to put it out on the garbage. I even asked her if it was safe to be throwing a gun out in the garbage, and she said it was fine since it was just the shell, nothing in it that could make the gun discharge. Fast-forward to this morning, I believe the garbage man called the gun into the police, hence the 9:30 arrival of West Milford's finest at my door. It turns out there's a live round in the gun. Now my mother and I knew nothing of the sort when we threw it out, we just assumed it was garbage since it was sitting in our shed, rust and all, for the past ten or so years. I'm freaking the fuck out here, because my mom's at our house in Pennsylvania and the cop took down our phone number for the PA house, and he took down her name, my name, and our phone number for New Jersey. I don't know what to do, I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm scared shitless. I hope my mom gets nothing more than a fine and a slap on the wrist, but the luck her and I have, something worse will happen. When the officer said, someone could've died if someone took the gun and had found the guts to it, or if it went off some other way. I am really fucking scared, I don't want anything to happen to me and I especially don't want to see my mom go to jail or anything. What the fuck are we going to do?
But as I reflect on the situation, I remember something about the round. I remember years and years ago, when I was little, I found a bullet somewhere, I believe in my deceased stepfather's jewelry box or something. I was a kid, so I went out to the shed and put the bullet in the gun. Now my memory is hazy, but I don't recall whether or not the bullet fit into the gun, I believe I might have removed it and discarded. Then there's the possibility that there's been a round in the gun all these years, way before I toyed with it when I was a kid. I received the gun from my uncle when I was little, he collected old war shit and said it was an old Russian rifle. He gave it to us without any guts or anything so that it couldn't be used as a weapon and we kept it out in the shed all these years until my mom decided to throw it out. I remember wanting to use it as a prop for one of the stupid movies I wanted to do with my friends, so I know it will have my prints on it, and my mother's, and my uncle's, and my sister's, and my friend's, and everyone else who came in contact with it over the years. I don't want to go to jail, I don't want anything to happen to my mom. I'm freaking the fuck out as if you couldn't tell by now. I need your support.
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But as I reflect on the situation, I remember something about the round. I remember years and years ago, when I was little, I found a bullet somewhere, I believe in my deceased stepfather's jewelry box or something. I was a kid, so I went out to the shed and put the bullet in the gun. Now my memory is hazy, but I don't recall whether or not the bullet fit into the gun, I believe I might have removed it and discarded. Then there's the possibility that there's been a round in the gun all these years, way before I toyed with it when I was a kid. I received the gun from my uncle when I was little, he collected old war shit and said it was an old Russian rifle. He gave it to us without any guts or anything so that it couldn't be used as a weapon and we kept it out in the shed all these years until my mom decided to throw it out. I remember wanting to use it as a prop for one of the stupid movies I wanted to do with my friends, so I know it will have my prints on it, and my mother's, and my uncle's, and my sister's, and my friend's, and everyone else who came in contact with it over the years. I don't want to go to jail, I don't want anything to happen to my mom. I'm freaking the fuck out as if you couldn't tell by now. I need your support.
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