Last week, I decided to not search for a job atleast a day or so. I never realized how stressful it actually was. Anyway, I decided to load up my P220 and head to the range. I hadn't been there in a while and I just needed to shoot off some rounds to make sure my P220 was still in operation. I don't go to know how good or bad I am at shooting my weapon. I just go to clear my mind and to give the P220 its longing to be what it is.

So I arrive, go into the store and buy ammo and two targets and then head to the range and stand behind the yellow line while the line is hot. Then, this family rolls up totally inexperienced to the range. I determined that one was mother, then there was father, and two male siblings and a femme fatale. Actually, they were all "fatales". The mother didn't know that the barrel of the gun she was playing with was supposed to stay down range. Let's just say that it had been a while that I feared for my life. Then the brother with an NYCPD shirt on (He came to work) kept haranging the younger brother about how bad he was with his .40 cal. The younger brother didn't acknowledge his older brother as he laughed at him. I thought that was pretty strong of him. They went along and kept my fear level high.

Another thing that pissed me off was the fact that none of them ever cleaned their respective weapons. From all the miss fires and heavy smoke eminating from the guns, everytime there was a miss fire the hand would twist and the barrel would be aimed straight at my head. WTF!!!! Some people shouldn't have guns at all. These individuals were part of that select group.

And all throughout that time, the older brother still harrassed the younger and the mother, while the line was hot, stepped out to take pictures of everyone. When I say step out, I mean that she literally stepped in front of the benches to take pictures. She basically stood between the target and the shooter. She quite easily made herself a target.

I heard the missfires atleast four times in the 15 minutes I fired the last of my rounds. And the last time I saw that much smoke coming from barrels, I was shooting black powder from my 1861 Colt Revolver. Replica, of course. I'm not saying that I was in the Civil War, just studied it.

I couldn't find anything else to tell you out there, if you're still listening. I just wanted something interesting for you to read. Be aware of your surroundings at all time. If you go to the range, don't assume that just because there are rules posted around you that you are safe. There is hot lead slicing through the air at over 900 feet per second and there is still the unpredictable nature of man.