My wife says I have an addiction for guns, so I guess I'm an addict. This addiction started after I had to take an early retirement at the age of 45 due to being injured at work. I was given a disability retirement. I was bored to death and after a year or two being off work was eating away at me so I got a dog just so I had someone to talk to. photography and fishing were my only hobbies at that time, so not being able to move around as I once did, outdoor photography and fishing pretty much tapered off. The dog was a great addition to the family except he was a bit destructive to my house, you know, the normal breaking of the picture window from going after the mailman, the FEDEX and UPS drivers. Then came the holes in the drywall next to the doors trying to get at the other dogs in the neighborhood because they were encroaching on his territory, mind you his breed was from Ireland and I was warned that he would be like a leprechaun pretty much his entire life until he dies. They were right, but to his defense he is very smart, a good listener and an extremely loving pet to me and my family, so I guess he's about even between the destruction and him loving us so he still has a home. I found myself needing more and since I was around firearms a good part of my life I decided to start collecting them. All I can say is Thank God I have a wife that works so I can continue to buy more guns.