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Loaded Gun, Part I

“I may be firing an AK-47 for the first time this weekend, along with some other rifles. I only have experience with handguns. Is there anything I can do or wear to avoid major bruising from the recoil, or should I just buck up and wear my bruises with pride?” – Me on 11/7/2006

“Just like with sex, it’s all in how you mount the weapon. Make sure to keep the rifle tucked into your shoulder’s pocket, the hollow spot just below the collarbone and inside the shoulder joint where there is nothing but muscle. Pull the stock firmly in and blaze away . . .

I never discolor because my gun mount is flawless. Guys that turn black and blue are guys with a poor mount who let the stock slap them in the shoulder with every shot.” – “El Supremo” on 11/7/2006 Continue reading

November 2: My “Juicy” Journey

“Those who are born on November 2 are usually busy with some sort of transformation. The changes which they effect are both in themselves and in the environment around them. They are characters on life’s stage who change the action of the drama just by their presence, for better or worse.

The transformations wrought by November 2 people can go very far indeed; the structure, direction and purpose of business organizations or social or religious entities can come under their sway.

November 2 people generally arrive at a crossroads, often at age 28, 44 or 56, when they must drastically redirect the course of their lives. Should they be able to effect an internal change, becoming aware of their needs and ever more determined to realize them, then the chances of them succeeding on their path are great indeed.”

- Gary Goldschneider and Joost Elffers, “The Secret Language of Birthdays.” Continue reading

Strings

I’m putting together some stories. I want to hear which ones you would want to read the most.

1)I haven’t seen my Mom since I was 14. She sends me packages of presents that are all color coordinated. My favorite color used to be purple (it’s now solidly, full-blown, girlie pink and has been for years) so she sends me lots and lots of purple things which I will never, ever have any use for. She lives in Jamestown, NY – the only place on the planet that can make a crazy person crazier. She hates the place so much that she packed up all her shit last year and sold most of her furniture, despite the fact that SHE HAS NO WHERE ELSE TO GO. She threatened to move to Boston. I threatened to move to Atlanta. She’s still in Jamestown, so we’re good. Would you all like to read about my Momsy?

2)I have an older brother. His name is Corey. I’ve never met him, but I just *know* he is fantastic. Continue reading