Well, well, well guns... The first time I ever shot a gun was during basic training and it was cool in a bust a cap in a target kinda way. I'm a city boy though. Now when it comes to people owning a gun for protection, I try to follow live and let live. However, I think most people say that as cop-out. Now who really needs a gun for protection? If you're not hanging out thuggin with James and them, just who are you protecting yourself from? GOD bless you if you live in a hood where you actually gotta be strapped to walk down the street. Thanks GOD I never had it that bad. Now maybe it's just me but I feel all these crazy gun enthusiasts, not all gun owners, that want to shoot animals for fun or their relatives in a heated argument or a classroom full of children, should do something useful. They should join the military and get on the front lines. Then, after their enlistment spent solely in a war zone, see how much more they wanna "shoot stuff" .
You know what, I made some hasty presumptions about this whole boys guns club thingy. I don't have a desire to own a gun but I will go check it out. I think I will call Marc and see when the next meeting is going to be held.
"Hello," Marc said.
"Yo Marc! What's up?" I asked.
"Nothin fool. Whatchu doing?" Marc asked.
"Nada. Oh but check this out... I wanna see what all the hype is about. When's the next NRA meeting?" I said courageously.
"Oh you down? I gotta holla at ole boy but I will get back at cha on that one," he said.
"Cool. I'm serious now man. I want to see if it's like I think it is," I explained.
"Not a problem. When was the last time you were on the court?" he asked.
"It's been a good minute. Why, you ready to lose?" I asked.
"Don't make me laugh man," he said while laughing.
"I will block everything that you throw up. We can do this next Saturday if you're not scared," I said.
"Alright, bet," he replied.
"Hey I gotta go dude but hit me back up with that info," I said.
"Yep, yep... Later," Marc said.
We hung up. I think he thinks that I'm just fucking with him but I'm not. Let's see what this meeting has to offer...
You know what, I made some hasty presumptions about this whole boys guns club thingy. I don't have a desire to own a gun but I will go check it out. I think I will call Marc and see when the next meeting is going to be held.
"Hello," Marc said.
"Yo Marc! What's up?" I asked.
"Nothin fool. Whatchu doing?" Marc asked.
"Nada. Oh but check this out... I wanna see what all the hype is about. When's the next NRA meeting?" I said courageously.
"Oh you down? I gotta holla at ole boy but I will get back at cha on that one," he said.
"Cool. I'm serious now man. I want to see if it's like I think it is," I explained.
"Not a problem. When was the last time you were on the court?" he asked.
"It's been a good minute. Why, you ready to lose?" I asked.
"Don't make me laugh man," he said while laughing.
"I will block everything that you throw up. We can do this next Saturday if you're not scared," I said.
"Alright, bet," he replied.
"Hey I gotta go dude but hit me back up with that info," I said.
"Yep, yep... Later," Marc said.
We hung up. I think he thinks that I'm just fucking with him but I'm not. Let's see what this meeting has to offer...
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