Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Look out!

Today I taught my friend Susan how to shoot a pistol. We are talking
about a 5' 2" mother of three who is a psychology professor, not too
shabby for the suburbs of Cincinnati, aye?

While neither of us are crack shots, we managed to scare the living
daylights out of our would be paper assailant. Can't you see the fear
upon his face? The sheer terror! Or perhaps not, but she did claim
that it was quite empowering.

I feel like gun ownership is quite similar to the habit forming
practice of getting tattoos. The number to own is always exactly one
more than you currently have. I have 4 different guns, one by accident
and the other three on purpose. I mostly use them as an excuse to
wander aroud the woods and make a loud racket, in that particular
order. As for ink, I remain unmarked, my Addictive nature is offset by
my inability to focus on any sort of addiction, thereby conveniently
leaving me a wanderer rather than an effector.