30. In The Wrong Hands
My uncle told me this probably five years ago when he was tipsy, and I haven’t heard anything about it since. When he was around seven or eight, some kid who lived on his street had gotten hold of his dad’s piece and started playing with it in the street with another kid. At one point, he pointed it at him and yelled, “Freeze!”
The kid put his hands up jokingly and turned to walk away, but the kid ended up pulling the trigger on him. My uncle has no idea what happened after that though.
