One of the side effects of my leukemia treatment is that I have lost about 30 pounds, and about 4 inches on my waist. As a result, I can actually carry a pistol in a shoulder holster without having to do some kind of sick judo move on myself just to get to it.
Now, if I decide to, I can carry my father-in-law’s old Beretta. Nice.
Who knows what’s next.