Fetch Me My Pistol

It's in the wardrobe, honey. Careful, it's loaded. "Goddamn, Daddy, it's heavy!" "It's a serious thing, girl. The weight is the measure of its ability to inflict immediate and irreparable changes in people, places, and things." "Whole collateral families, too." "Never touch the metal if you can help it. My uncle Billy Joe bragged on me once for handling a 357 magnum correctly. By the handle, perfectly fetched from a remote place in Deer Lodge, Tennessee." "The compliment still hangs in my periphery, curtainish. Pure pride." "And, at that time, I was not fully rid of stupidity." "I miss him." "I miss his amazing stash, too." Okay, put it back.