Your hand finds the gun—and when it does, when your palm slides onto the grip, when your finger threads its way onto the trigger, you feel the surge. It runs through you like a lightning bolt. You feel the power course through you—the power of life and death. Everyone who owns a gun, everyone who has ever even held a gun, has experienced this. Maybe it’s a small hit. Maybe it’s something bigger. There is a thrill to holding a gun. Don’t let the naysayers tell you differently. Myron and Win continue to head east on 51st Street.
