This is actually how I described the gun that was wielded against me by my ersatz robbers.

To this day, I’m not sure if the gun was real or not. My feeling that it was fake certainly influenced my stupid decision to be covertly uncooperative, and by the time the police arrived I had myself quite convinced I was right. I don’t doubt that, at least in part, I unconsciously needed to be convinced it had not been a real gun if I was to ever justify my reckless actions to myself or anyone else.

Regardless, even without actually telling the police officer the FULL story of what I’d done (I left out my method of convincing the would-be bandits that I could not open either of the safes), I made a point of saying I really thought the gun was a fake, and he asked for a description. I gave the best I could come up with at the time. It wasn’t very helpful.

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Also, I’m proud to say that today marks Life of Ronnie’s 100th strip! Almost one year in (that mark comes at the end of next week) and still going strong. Woo-hoo!

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