A Weekend of Guns, Klonapin, and BoozePosted: August 6, 2013 | |
Uncle Mitch came down for some weekend fun. he got in late friday, let himself in and i think i woke up around 10pm. he was crashed out on the couch. we went to the ghetto strip club, but the place is weak now, i haven’t been there in over a month as it’s gotten hella thuggish. we had one beer and left. then we hit up my local and had a beer and BS’d with the staff for a bit before heading home.
once home, i introduced Mitch to my pal klonapin. after an hour he informed me, “my feet are tingling.” lol. he ended up going to bed an hour later and i stayed up until around 3-4am. i woke up to find my door was closed, i NEVER close my bedroom door. Mitch was already up and we sat watching tv and BS’ing for a while. we had plans to meet up with 2 of my co-workers to go shooting at 3pm.
i mentioned the place before. well, we showed up with a fucking arsenal. my AR-15, MAC-10, and .9mm Mitch brought 2 9’s and a bereta Cx4 storm and my boy’s brought a .45 acp and 9mm. we all had somewhere around 1500 rounds of various calibers. when we walked in people were staring. lol. my boy Diaz brought his step-son and cousin. we rolled in deep and were WELL.ARMED. lol.
we got 3 lanes side by side to each other, paid our lane and target fees, and began our wait. soon enough, they called my name and we copped out hearing and eye protection (having been there before me and Mitch rocked DOUBLE hearing protection, my co-workers admitted they’d do the same next time. lol), and off we went to begin some “range therapy”. and BOY did we have fun. my co-workers IMMEDIATELY rocked the AR and went through all 4 30 round clips in less than 30 minutes. my FMF buds admitted that the iron sight is fucking spot on at 25 yards (max distance for the range). seriously, she shoots buttery smooth.
here, see for yourself the more gooderness of our outing-
me and the MAC-10
me and my AR-15
Uncle Mitch and his Beretta “Storm” .45 acp. this thing is a BEAST. also my boy Diaz finishing up.
my boy Saunder’s shooting the “Storm”. he’s off to afghanistan next month.
we stopped at hooter’s on the way back (fuck you it’s on the way home) and ate a late lunch. after hooters we got home and at around 6pm we both decided to ride the klonapin train. by 8pm we were both giggling and watching all the “apocalypse/doomsday” show’s i have dvr’d, while Mitch kept playing “fetch” with Brody. around midnight, Mitch called it a night. i went down an hour or so later. lol.
all in all it was a fucking EPIC fun weekend. i woke up around 5am, watched tv for 2 hours and went back to bed. when i woke up at 3pm Mitch was gone. i think my next weekend off, i’m going to head up to his place by the beach. stand by for THAT post. lol.
what can i say: the company of good friends, beer, guns, and AWESOME medication. life seldom gets better.