Before I was 16 I just wanted guns because they were cool. Then some psychotic bitch and her husband tried killing me in a fit of road rage (they thought I'd tapped the bumped of their SUV with the fender of my little ricer in a parking lot. I hadn't.) and I swore that the moment I could I'd be carrying a handgun.
Now I've just under four months to go before the fucking law says I can legally carry that gun to defend myself. The closer I get to finally buying a handgun and CCW the more pissed I get that I've had to wait this fricking long to do so.
Then the World Trade Center and Pentagon attacks just confirmed for me that I needed a gun for defense.
A friend referred me to ARFCOM and I got much more informed/involved in survival and firearms. I got my first EBR less than a month ago and a couple hundred rounds for it, and thanks to pighelmet I now have an AWESOME pack I plan on using as a BoB.
Then New Orleans got cluster-fucked and convinced me that I've been right all this time: people are idiots/assholes and I'd darn well better be prepared to fend for myself for long periods of time.
I've been getting a friend of mine from California slowly hooked on guns and better educated about them. We turn 21 a month apart, so we're going to go get our first handguns, CZ-52's, together. Or, more accurately, since he's a Texan resident now (voter registered and everything) he wants me to buy his pistol for him when I get mine, give it to him as a birthday gift when he turns 21, and we go shooting together. (that IS legal, right?)
New Orleans has finally convinced him that he needs an EBR and stockpile of ammo. In terms of camping and BoB gear, he's better equipped than I am. He even gets MRE's for free from some backpacking friends of his and said he'd hook me up with some the next time they got together.
I'm lucky if people stop fucking with my things while I'm at home, much less at college. I can't find ANY of my canteens, my portable cooking set, either of my AR-15/M-16 magazines (for which I don't own a gun), or any of my other camping crap because everyone in my family is obsessed with finding everything I own, no matter how well hidden or secured, and losing, breaking, or throwing it away. Probably the only reason nobody will screw with my WASR-10, magazines, ammo, etc. is because it's locked up in the safe with the other guns and the only other person who can open the safe can't get to it easily.