Yesterday, I didn't have one. I didn't want one. But when my girlfriend calls me, hysterical, after someone attempted to break into our apartment with the presumed intent of assaulting her (all clues point to this), I'm getting a fucking gun. A loaded 9mm will be in my hands by sunset.
#Texas resident.
Don't fuck with my loved ones.
Edit: obligatory "hurrdurr relevant username"
Edit2, 1 year later: I never did get a gun. Instead, I relocated to a better neighborhood, and things have been swell ever since. Dear gunluverz - sorry for not following through on my plan of action.