It was a nothing Friday, so Keisha and I went to the dead mall for pepper spray practice. I’d YouTube’d it, and found a cache of tactical experts: burly wife guys whose intentions seemed noble, but whose obsession with sex trafficking felt perversion-adjacent. My interest in pepper spray was like snow globe collecting— I bought one or two myself, and was gifted several more by people who care about me. I positioned them around the house, on my nightstand or in the front hall catch-all tray, and forgot about them. The tactical experts of the internet used phrases like “assailants” and “threat recognition.” They choreographed elegant S-shaped arcs of self-defense. There is a video called
Such a great piece. Congrats on getting it published and best of luck on your pepper spray journey
this was great aiden!