I am a law-abiding citizen with a squeaky clean record. But there I was, walking into a bank with a loaded gun. I closed the account, emptied the safe deposit box, and left.
Our apartment was a few blocks away. I walked fast, but I thought I’d never get there. I had our savings, in cash, in my pants pocket. I held the bag close to my body with my left hand. My right hand stayed in my coat pocket, with the pistol.
No one tried to rob me, of course. But if someone had tried, I wouldn’t have run away or yelled for the police. I would have shot him. I was so fidgety, I really think I would have.
For those few minutes, that little pistol was the center of my universe. It was the only thing I could think about. I was empowered, yes, but scared, too.
Looking back, I can’t believe how crazy I was. I should have just asked for a cashier’s check. The other stuff wasn’t really that important, anyway.
Danville native Kevin Cullen is a former Commercial-News reporter. Reach him at email@example.com.