BANG! BANG!

So, on New Years this past January, I got to shoot a real live gun for the first time in my life. It was great. I got to unload 2 rounds from some kind of a shotgun. One of my best friends lives out in the sticks and it's an area populated by mostly white country folk. Which is cool by the way. That comes in to play later in this story, that's why I mention it. So her boyfriend is a good old country boy and he loves his guns. He loves guns more than I love guitars. In fact he has about 50 of them sumbitches lying around his house. After midnight we were sitting around a little under the influence and I said, "We should go shoot some guns." Well, "Tommy" we'll call him, says "You want to?!" I was like "sure let's do it!" And he went and got one of his firearms. Back to living out in the country, no one around gives a shit, so we went out back at "Tara's" house and "Tommy" put a pair of rounds in the gun and cocked it. Then he showed me where the safety was and gave it to me. I was so nervous, I was scared I'd drop the gun when it went off or just look like a jackass somehow. After fumbling with the safety I figure it out and aim at a dirt hill and fired. It was awesome! He said "shoot it again!" So I did. It was awesome again! It made me want to buy myself a firearm. The best part was cocking it between shots. "Chuck, chock" that sound is cool. I even saved the spent shell casing from the first round that I fired. I know, I'm gay like that.