Long John Silver’s and scary movies have much in common. First, I generally understand that they’re not for me and I’m better off avoiding them both. Second, once a year or so they sound really appealing so I’ll partake on a whim. Third, they both result in: frightening trips to the bathroom, sleepless nights, days of remorse, and well-meaning declarations of “Never again!”
If you want to watch a feel-good documentary and love life for ninety-five minutes, I highly recommend Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. It’s streaming on Netflix.
Maybe it’s because I’m from Texas, maybe it’s because I’m a homeowner, maybe it’s because of this:
For whatever reason, I think it’s time to learn to shoot a pistol.
Some people love guns, some peopleappreciate them, some people are scared of them. I think I fall in the middle category. My dad used to take me hunting when I was a kid, and (under close supervision), I was allowed to shoot cans with a .22 rifle. I’m semi-used to being around guns, but I don’t feel educated enough to be around them without someone experienced with me.
Some things a guy should just know how to do: change a tire, start a fire, the lambada. I don’t think handle a pistol is quite in that category, but if LOST taught us anything, it’s that at some point you will have to trudge through the woods with Evangeline Lilly and you will have to point guns at people like you know what the hell you are doing.
Anyway, I think handling and shooting a gun is probably something that I’m going to learn how to do. I’ll keep you posted on my new hobby. I’ll also let you know as soon as I buy some Thunderwear. Yes, Thunderwear.