I’ve been in a lot of “my life could end right now” moments. But the one that stands out is when I was standing in an ambulance after rolling my truck. There was a cop just two feet from me. I was noticeably drunk. That’s when my gun fell out and hit the floor.

I looked at it. Looked at her. I knew that since I was still alive that if I reached down to grab it that I wouldn’t be. “I am just going to leave that there for you to decide what to do with it.”

I had fully expected to have to show up at the sheriff’s office and be all “I believe you have a stapler” It wasn’t until a few days later that I learned they handed it off to the tow truck driver to hold until I came to collect the other things in my truck. I was relieved to find out that I just had to show up at a wrecking yard and say “I believe you have my stapler.”

Anyway, the moment that gun hit the floor I was very grateful that it was a P365 and not a P320. Because, as you may know, the P320 has a habit of going off when dropped. And I was grateful that the cop saw me looking at the gun on the floor and deciding that that was a thing that just happened and I had already used up all my do-dumb-things points for the day and wasn’t going to reach for it. If this were just about any other local cop I would have had a gun pointed at me.

Don’t drink and drive. Don’t carry a P320. Don’t reach for your weapon. Always be polite. Argue with judges, not cops. Always know where your towel is. Never tell the cops where you came from. Never, ever, reach for your gun when it’s on the floor and a cop is there.