Last night as I was walking from the theater, having watched "The Watchmen" I had two guns on me, one in each front pocket of my bluejeans. I had my hands in each pocket too, with each hand on the grip. In my left pocket was the Kahr PM9, and in my right pocket was the S&W 642. The parking lot was dark. This was a not-so-good part of Houston (AMC 30 on Dunvale). If anyone tried to jump me (and I have been jumped before), they would have gotten a double helping of pocket firepower. Thank heavens for little guns!