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Grappling with Guns

HE ONLY TIME I HELD A HANDGUN WAS AROUND September 5, 2004. A day earlier, one of my best friends, Brett Harman, had been murdered—shot dead by two brothers in a parking lot alongside another dear friend, Kevin McCann, at a tailgate in North Carolina. There was a disagreement, and the brothers returned armed and killed them.

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