Growing up in suburban Broken Arrow, I never really had the chance to grow an interest in weapons. To my Dad, who had three guns above the bed most of my teenage years, I never showed enough interest to warrant all the fees and licenses. Also, I was a bit of a pseudo hippie-stoner more interested in skateboarding, science or other creative and intellectual pursuits; than the rough and tumble “manly-man” things of the world. Your basic teenage lump, I never shot a gun until well into my twenties.