Now, if you know me, you know I ain't trying to catch a case with anyone. But in light of the recent legal troubles of Marvin Harrison, I had to bring up this simple point: why the fuck would you ever get a custom made gun? Shit, might as well put your name, address, telephone number and social security on the bullet casings while you're at it. Could you imagine in The Wire, Avon walking around with shit that said "If found, please return to Avon B."? Hell no. And speaking of The Wire, we all decided that Marvin Harrison was the real life Marlo Stanfield.