God, Guns & Country Music

I shot a gun for the first time in 20 years. It was fun. I went with this guy Matt....he works at the YMCA. He's into guns. On the way there we listened to Country music. The shooting range we went to is in Gastonia...which is hick town USA and voted one of the worst cities to live in in the United States. It's great! But a creepy kind of "Great!". The shooting range it self is a pleather of nervous white people with guns...toting gats if you will. Uzi's, AK-47's, and Guns that penetrate tank armour align the walls in a decorative fashion. As we walked inside the range. Matt started to load up. Blasting caps from the glocks next to us rattled my ear drums. Finally I was up to shoot. BAM! BAM! Hey this is easy and fun I said to myself. Then Matt busted out another larger rifle. This gun had even bigger BAM!...and had quite a kick. I felt a little Extremist and loved it. After I got back I rode my bike a round downtown and then to the park. It was over an hour long ride. It was fun but I was really glad to be done.