February 06, 2006
Where Eagles Dare.
Golden Hearts vs. Teenage Teardrops.
We got an early start , skated and ate ramen , and then over to the Los Angeles Gun Club.
This place is intense. You sign a sheet that says you have never been commited to the booby hatch , pick a gun or two , buy some bullets and you're on your way. Neither one of us had ever shot a handgun.
We picked the human 'bad man' targets.
Shelly was shooting for the bad guys weapon. Her plan was to disarm and leave them alive. I just aimed for the head. And the dick.
It's really an accident waiting to happen. A room full of strangers with loaded guns. How often to people go postal up in this joint?
100 shots in , our aim and comfort was improving! Ready to kill!
Totally high on fear and gunpowder , we went outside and skated up an appetite for desserts.
Cliftons and the cheap sugar tray of doom.
And just skate it off. Into the 70 degree winter sunset.
