It has been at least two years, maybe more since I have fired my pistols. Last time I went to the gun range someone put the wrong cartridge(bullet) into their gun and when that happens the management/workers have to shut the shooting lanes down while they observe the gun. The manager says that happens atleast once a month. I took my pistols and ran my hot sweet ass out of there.
Last night I HAD to get out of Suburbistan, the land of a thousand unwritten rules, eight hundred and fifty of which have to do with the care of your lawn. So I go downtown, park and I just want to walk. I don’t want to talk with anyone so at one point I am actually walking down an alley. Sure enough, with my sorry luck I still come across someone I know. I haven’t seen this guy in twenty years and when I brohugged him it felt like I was hugging a bird. It shocked the poop out of me that someone I had done hard manual labor with was so delicate. We talked for a couple of minutes and thank Jessica Christa that there was an alleybar down the way for me to duck into before I busted into mantears.
Back in the early to mid nineties I watched a T.V. movie that I THINK was out of Canada. It was about three highschoolers. A jock who came from an abusive home, a girl who played a sassy striptease with her (clarinet???) at the highschool homegame, and a chunky nerdy guy who grew up to run his families mortuary and was actually the glue that held the jock and sassy coronet strumpet together through their lives. Now I KNOW that is not much to go on but can anyone PLEAASE tell me the name of that T.V. movie????
I am currently trying to figure out sustained atomic fusion in my backyard so if there is a blinding flash and energy wave that destroys the world....my most sincere apologies.