'Plaint of the Playwright

'Plaint of the Playwright

[ Wednesday, November 21, 2001 ]

Okay, confession time, kids.

As some of you may or may not know, I frequently work as a master of firearms for several theater groups in the Madison area.

What that means depends on the show. Sometimes it means just dropping off a gun, sometimes it means giving some training, and sometimes it means fully overseeing the use of the gun.

Now, for the most part, these are all replica guns--blank pistols, airsofts, blowback cap guns, display models, and that kind of thing. I have almost forty now.

Okay, okay, I have one--just one--real firearm--a shotgun--and the only reason I got it was because (dig this) it was cheaper than buying a real one.

A few years ago, I lent several of them to a friend who was doing a horror-action movie.

They were stolen out of his apartment. He had to reimburse me.

This was over a thousand dollars worth in replica guns.

The police had one suspect (a guy who asked to use the phone--the guns disappeared when he did). They talked to him, and asked if he took them. He said no, so the investigation pretty much ended there.

So, now, every time I see a story in the paper like this, I wonder:

Was it one of mine?

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