
so, dickens and i finally did it. we went gun crazy at the shooting range in milpitas of all places. actually, i almost puked i was so scared of being shot. i’ve always had a healthy fear of guns- out of self preservation more than anything else. when we got into the gun shop it hit me- this place has lots and lots and lots of guns. not just hand guns, but shot guns and rifles. you could hear shots being fired in the back. when dickens was renting the two hand guns (a 9mm and .22), i didn’t say anything apart from a few grunts because for fear of puking on the counter. when dickens started showing me some gun safety stuff, i knew i couldn’t back out. so i put the ear-protection and the goggles on, i knew i was ready.
we went into the room with the lanes and there was a group in the lane next to our two. it was one guy- very preppy- with three ditzy girls showing lots of skin. the guy was lecturing them on gun safety whilst simultaneously hitting on them. i see it all too often and it makes me sick. add in a .38 and well… it was just weird and slightly distracting. hearing (and feeling their shots) were scary, but once dickens got me started on the .22, i got over it. he shot the 9mm, which was a little too much gun for my weak wrists. the picture above is of me with the 9mm. i kept sorta jamming it though because the cases wouldn’t eject all the way due to my limp wrists.
as we kept shooting more characters came in and out. there was one guy who must have been about 19 who had a shotgun slung across his back with a belt full of ammo across his chest. he also had a hand gun tucked in a side pocket in his shorts. seeing him flutter around like that was a little odd, but for some reason i didn’t really notice when he fired it. the mac and his three fine ladies kept coming in and out with different guns, though none of them were as burly as the first one we saw.
when we finished two boxes of bullets for each gun we packed it up and headed back up north. what would a trip to the shooting range be without a stop at fry’s? nothing. dickens got some more blank dvd’s and i got brain age so i can avoid the brain drain. and then we had fresh choice for dinner. every time i eat there, i feel guilty that maude can’t come with us. i know she’d just die in the lettuce tub. poor kid.
allright. i think tomorrow the king dork contest will be launched. or maybe tuesday. i need to make the rules.





