Glock

Class is done for the fall and I somehow got through all my finals and lived to tell about it. I feel like my life is about huge obstacles that seem impossible and then seeing myself on the other side. And as a little reward/birthday present I recently made a purchase that I can't really afford.
It's a Glock model 22 which is the full-size .40 Caliber version. Why? you ask... I couldn't tell you. I've never been a big fan of guns(well, I mean all guys think that certain guns are badass...) or owning them or having them in your home, but something in my heart changed when I went to a firing range about a month or so ago with my lady-friend, Dana. We had the best time and I can't even describe it. There's just something about having a wildly powerful, yet controlled explosion go off in your hands. Whew. Let's face it, this since of strength and power that comes from firing a gun is intoxicating.
I've been driven to become an amazing marksman with a handgun. I'm pretty sure it's the challenge. I love a good challenge. When it comes to firearms, there's nothing harder than shooting a big handgun. Have you ever shot a handgun? The thing goes off with such power, it will kick your ass. All the while, you're trying to aim the projectile coming from it at a specific spot. It takes practice. Especially with a powerful one that will recoil with a lot of force.
If you're interested in finding out what it feels like, give me a call and you can come next time Dana and I go shoot(which will be often).


Nobody tell my mother...