Monday Countryday/ American Means Freedom

SO.. some friendlies from work and I got to talking about shooting guns, and how none of us have ever shot a gun, except for maybe once a rifle, and thats because we all grew up in the midwest where hunting is popular. A group of my friends had recently gone to Bill's Guns and Range to shoot for Ross Stangler's birthday, and I was not able to go because of work, so we decided that we should go try it out. A few things to know is that none of us support owning a gun, or do we condone shooting at anything living.



But this .357 Magnum Smith and Wesson pistol was very fun. I felt like I should be in some Quentin Tarantino movie. Power like this should be guarded very closely. Once the apocalypse comes though, this baby will be mine.




We also got a 9mm.



It wasn't quite as fun to shoot as the magnum, and I accidentally referred to it as an 8mm to the range master, or whatever the title for the guy running things at the range is. Art school has made my millimeter talk go to evens. Damn you film students.




Ali locks and loads. Check out that target.. beautiful.









There was this hilarious (ill-tasting) target of two hijackers and a stewardess that my friend Evan got. So rediculous.




Andrew had his Metallica shirt, police mustache, ripped up jeans and boots on. He was the most fitting character for our journey. I tried to get him to give me a hard face pose, but got this half-assed fists-in-air picture. its funnier this way though.



And since the best shooting picture is of Evan, its only fair for me to add this next one to even things out..



Evan found this police helmet in my car en transit. Now he is much closer to reaching his dream of being a soldier for the law.

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Fouth of July

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I hit the highway to make it to the best beach I know in the area with some of the bestest people I know in the area. This is the way we celebrate our independence: Go to an unsanctioned beach fondly known as "Naked Beach" and drink some beers.























After beaching it up, Jenny, Jack and I grilled Kabobs on my back porch, and ate fresh cherries jack brought over.









Happy friends make a happy fourth. Summer has commenced.