Stay up too late playing a video game on my computer the night of the 19th through the morning of the 20th. Push on through the fatigue, and go to the shooting range with Mac and Wiggs. Show on up, nobody's there. Stick around, and Carlo shows up, and the event is on. We all have a spectacular time, shooting and running around the inside of a concrete bay full of paper and steel targets, running through everything three times and then some before the morning is finished. After finishing up and running over to the MCX, we come back and pick up the heffer and Rick, and roll of to Ruby Tuesday's. We eat our food and enjoy our time, and that's all there was to that.
We come back. I use the restroom, return to my bed, and take a nap. During the nap, I dream that I shoot someone at close range, in my apartment. WTF!?!?! It's such an awesome day! Damnit! Where did this come from? Why'd this have to happen? Such crap. I'm pretty far from being comfortable with this. If I was in a combat zone, say Iraq or Afghanistan, than jeez, fine, I'd be a whole lot more comfortable with that. The last thing anyone in the states wants is legal entanglement. What a speed-bump in my day. Ahh well. More soothing things to follow.
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