Another forgotten photograph rescued from the archives
Here is one of my favourites from Dallas:
That was a weird trip. For some reason so obscure as to be unknown even to me, I decided to go to a gun range and learn how to shoot a Glock 9 mm semi-automatic handgun. This was Texas, after all. I thought it would be fun, like bowling only louder, but firing a handgun was actually one of the more emotionally sickening experiences I have put myself through. With every shot, all I could think of was an innocent person dying from a wayward bullet on the street, their life and future snuffed senselessly and tragically. I was happy to return home the next day. The only shooting I plan to do from now on is with a camera.
Dallas, Texas, November 2003 |
That was a weird trip. For some reason so obscure as to be unknown even to me, I decided to go to a gun range and learn how to shoot a Glock 9 mm semi-automatic handgun. This was Texas, after all. I thought it would be fun, like bowling only louder, but firing a handgun was actually one of the more emotionally sickening experiences I have put myself through. With every shot, all I could think of was an innocent person dying from a wayward bullet on the street, their life and future snuffed senselessly and tragically. I was happy to return home the next day. The only shooting I plan to do from now on is with a camera.
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