The store, on Tyre Neck Road, is unimposing. Inside, gun gear hangs on one wall, a worn cargo-style couch sits by the counter and a dirty crockpot rests on a chair. Placards in the window say "I'm the NRA."
The series also has a Q&A with one of the dirty FFLs. It's amazing how he parrots NRA talking points. Also, if you were to substitute "heroin" for "guns"--itwould make as much sense.