Nobody will tell you this but you can just be unsafe with guns, nothing happens, I point one at my head all the time and instead of nagging lectures the absurdity of life actually cheers me on, and every time I pull the trigger I wake up at age 6 in my back yard having gained an existential sense of self and by the end of the day I forget it was all just a dream, only to slowly feel the tepid yoke of memory pull at my shoulders long past the opportunity to changed my life, stuck in the flat circle that is time.