Back in June, Chris took me to Target Masters in Milpitas, a cute little shooting range where we fired a 9mm semi-automatic for the first time. I told the clerk it was my first time shooting and he immediately said, “do you want a Glock?” We decided on a Ruger, which he assured was exactly like the weapon made famous in gangsta rap, but heavier since it was metal and not plastic.
It was so much fun! And surprisingly simple! We got a bunch of bullseyes, even though I was overjoyed just hitting the target at all. There’s Chris, pictured left, with his seven bullseyes from one round of 10 (we split the round between us). Towards the last round, Chris instructed me on how to aim properly, even though we both prefer shooting with intuition.
A few days ago, a 23-year-old San Jose woman committed suicide in one of the booths at Target Masters. There have only been two suicides prior in 1996.
wow kris…i didn’t know you were such a thug. shame on chris.
I guess if the zombies come, I should stick with you guys.
eh, so the woman’s death brought the place some new business?
Nah, I’m just joking. Yeah shooting ranges are fun… But they’re more fun out on the side of a mountain in Idaho, where you can shoot up aluminum cans and ballons. Try a simple .22 rifle. Not as fast, but I like to be accurate.
Wallace, don’t blame Chris.. it was my idea to go!
Greg, when the zombies come, just keep up, k?
Craig, dunno if it brought them more business; we were last
there in June. We’ll try the rifle next. I like a shotgun, but you can’t exactly test your accuracy w/ that right?
I’ve always thought that people who preferred shotguns were lazy. Pump and shoot…whoopee doo. enter the sniper…he may wait days, taking it like a man and pissing himself to wait for the perfect opportunity. One shot, one kill. Don’t need the drama.
here’s a plot for you.
enter kris, a computer programmer.
“hmm…this transformer goes there, and we got ourselves a circuit”….
bang bang bang bang…ahhh…bang …bang…ahh…bang..
blinds are open, flashes can be seen as well as glass shattering.
“shit”
kris looks shocked, but he reaches under his desk and grabs a shotgun. As soon as the shooter opens the door with his ak, kris shoots him in the chest. pump, click,shot. pump, click, shot. splatter of blood
“hahahha that shotgun didnt’ even pierce my five layers of sweats bitch.”
kris realizes he has to do something to defend himself.
to be continued