I was walking to my GF’s apartment late one night when a thought occurred: who wouldn’t want to carry a gun? Sure there are times when packing heat seems a bit, well, silly. But there are times when you can almost hear horror movie music playing in the background. A gun on my hip gives me the same reassurance I get from carrying a credit card: I’m ready for an emergency. Only more so. I carry a boat anchor disguised as a Commander-sized 1911, but it’s no big bother. And there are smaller guns, too. All of them as safe as houses. So why not carry? Seriously. Give me three good reasons NOT to carry a gun.