Guns. So I have a story about that...

Story six from my novel Chimpman Zee, to be exact. I've decided to post it because it conveys my feelings about guns better than any tweet or post I could write. I'm not sure it needs much of an intro, the novel is episodic, so each story stands mostly alone, but the bare bones: Zee is a private detective in the golden age of Hollywood, but one with a difference. He is highly territorial, has certain rules he abides by (each story covers one rule), and has a fantastic origin he, but not the reader, fully understands. He is plagued by an alter ego he calls the animal which forces him to live a Jekyll and Hyde existence. In previous stories, he has had several run ins with the LA sheriffs’ department, namely Detective-Sergeant Dulls and Lieutenant Bulkowski, and the LA Syndicate. He spent time as a child in an orphanage, and at Joliet State Penitentiary where he was protected by another prisoner, a self-educated man named Lucius. The story begins with a dream out of Zee's childhood…

People don’t Kill People. Guns do.