The Italian

I can't help it! Upstairs Kid gave me an hour long tutorial on cleaning and maintaining Clyde, what to do if I should encounter a double feed or (unlikely) a stove pipe. He also showed me how to take the gun apart and put it back together again. AND! He wants me to buy him out so I will do so. Thus, my excitement is renewed before it even had a chance to wane. I just regret not being able to take better pictures of him. Hand in glove is all I have to say. UK showed me one time how to take the gun apart and put it back together and, a few hours later, I was able to do so on my own!

But so yeah, I own a Beretta 9mm! I'm so super stoked that I can't even describe it. I love this fucking gun and everything about it. And I haven't even shot it yet! I mean, yeah, I've shot a 9mm, but I haven't shot Clyde. I just love the feel of it, the weight, the smell of the oil and the feel of pulling back the slide. I am, as you might say, enamored.