“Look,” Star finally said as he pulled his gun, sick of Dom’s badgering. But rather than threatening his friend, he spun it around backwards for easier inspection. “You want to know about guns? This is the safety. Safety off” – he thumbed it – “shoot-able. Safety on” – and again – “locked. On: safe. Off: dangerous. Got it?”

Dom nodded. He tentatively moved the little lever back and forth himself when Star offered, though Star’s firm hand stayed on the barrel keeping it pointed toward the ground.

“There. Rule Number Only: Don’t shoot anyone, especially yourself. That’s all you need to know about guns.”