Yhe Jingo Kid

Back when I was the Jingo Kid I was one bad dude....or at least I could have been if they would have let me carry my cap guns. I was kind of like poor ol' Barney Fife and the one bullet Andy would let him carry in his pocket. I would start out every morning with cap guns blazing and by 9 AM Mom would take my weapons and tell me I could pick them up on the way out of town. As I recall her excuse for taking my guns had something to do with her keeping her sanity.