Bang Bang

We shot at silhouettes. But instead of aiming at the bulls-eye on the chest, I aimed at the mouth. Ali nicknamed me "Crazy" for the rest of the afternoon, as in "Damn, you're good at this, Crazy." Or, "You want some ice cream, Crazy?"

I tried out Ali's 9mm, .40 calibre, and .357 revolver. It was oddly relaxing after a while. It wasn't the first time I'd gone shooting, but I was still nervous beforehand. I'm usually nervous when we go over safety procedures.

By the third clip, the testosterone got out of hand. After shooting off a round with the revolver Ali commented, "You know, [mutual friend] couldn't handle that one." I reminded him, "[Mutual friend] can't handle a lot of things."

There's nothing like getting in touch with your inner bitch on a Sunday afternoon.