I am 24 and I want my own gun!

In my short time on this planet I have owned a variety of weapons.
I have owned:
1 shuriken
3 pen-knifes(3",4" and 6")
1 broadsword(6' from guard to end)
1 Crossbow(Barnett-Trident)
1 Air rifle(AK-47)
1 Brick(Thats right, a brick)

I want a gun now!!! I am not picky, I don't ask for much. All I want is to be able to kill knackers when it pleases me to do so. Although, after the last incident with the crossbow(see first blog), I think the cops wouldn't let me have anything more dangerous than a fork with a cork on the end.

Anyway, Thats all in the past and possibly the future.

What I wanted to rant about now is paranoia. That wonderful sense that somebody somewhere is out to harm you.
I suffer from a medium severity of paranoia, which is why I try my best to protect myself and others from "them". I know only what I need to know and my disclaimer lets everyone know that once our business is concluded that I will not acknowledge them on the street. The purpose of this is to guarantee my own safety. Another point, I absolutely refuse to answer any text messages I get asking me for any illegal goods or services. If the message is not suitably cryptic and confusing then I will simply give everyone the standard "I warned you once, if you do it again I'll report you!". Its just not good for my paranoia.
I also delete all messages on my phone straight after reading them because I don't want anyone else to see what deals I am doing.

Ah, the joys of paranoia. I cannot sleep at night until I know that everything that I have done in the day has been sorted out to my satisfaction.

Next blog:
I am 24 and they are out to get me.