When you hold a gun for the first time with the intention to shoot it at someone, and your heart really starts to beat like a big tribal drum in your chest and your ears only work on the inside to reverberate the drum bangs echoing off the insides of your giant hot hollow torso, and I could simultaneously imagine what it would be like to be shot in the stomach and have that giant hot mess spill out; I was holding a double long barrel shotgun cracked in half at its waist looking at the gold pristine butts of two shells peeking out of the inside ends of each barrel. I snapped the gun straight hiding the golden butt shells in front of both silver hammers. I pulled back the hammers and put my finger on the double action trigger and waited for my brother to get out of there.