Oh and did I mention not being able to walk for a week because I got blisters on my soles from walking across my sister's carpet where she had spilled a can of Creole seasoning and vacuumed it up repeatedly over months. Paprika is a persistent, constant, chronic, toxic menace to my continued existence. I am more afraid of a can of pepper spray than I am of a loaded gun because the cop with both knows the one is lethal, he does not know the spray is too until the person he sprays goes into anaphylactic shock. So yes I obey the law as if my life depended on it, because it dose.