The guy had to be brave just to load, shooting it might prove fatal. The comments Grace showed me were very funny.
Ishmael, I have seen such an ancient thing in a man's hand, as he showed it to another man in front of a playground paved in broken glass—literally—on a Monday morning in East Baltimore as the bus I was on lazed on by. Most black men are essentially homeless in Baltimore, with no address that does not depend on the whim of some woman. Usually, when they get out of jail or prison or get fired and need to resort to crime to eat, they begin a scrap-built life at about the tech level you see in that BPD FaceBook photo. Many of them are not brave, some have cried on my shoulder when I fired them, knowing that they weren't up to this kind of life. As a store manager, I knew, that when I fired one of these guys I was sending him into a junkyard life.
And yes, some of them were brave.