
07-30-2001, 10:48 AM
Lets just say I got a story to tell alright?
Well it all starts on a sunny day at the local gun range when I was about three years old. My dad was shooting an old shotgun. A winchester 1897 riot model loaded with buckshot. The gun was in not worth a shit condition. What would happen is he'd pull the trigger and you'd hear a click then a second later it'd go off. On the last shot he thought it went off but it really didn't. So me(being a typical energetic kid) ran up to check the target with dad. When I got up to the target BOOOOM. the gun went off and all nine 32. caliber balls hit me in the back. I got real fucking lucky. They all missed my vital organs by inches. It still hurt like a bitch. I still got all nine scars on my back. I was fully recovered in a while. I still like guns though.
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