Monday, April 30, 2007
In the meantime, enjoy these bright shiny new pictures of me, my roommate, our guns, and the wedding-ring crucifix that was left in our house by the couple that previously occupied it. It just goes to cement the domestic life partner status we've been going for.
In this one, we're going for a tough-guy-turned-domestic-life-partner type of pose. I'm not sure we pulled it off. Kyle looks surprised as hell, and I look drunk (which I wasn't...yet.)
This one is one of my favorites, although I don't have near enough strength in my arm to fire my .44 one handed without it recoiling and breaking my nose.
More realistic, slightly less badass.
And, of course, the "stunt shooting" portion of the evening. I should probably mention that the guns were not loaded during any part of this photoshoot. That would have been incredibly stupid, even for me.
We're going to have one or more of them framed and hung over the fireplace, so feel free to add your input in the comments section.
Honestly, I've never pointed a gun at anyone, and I hope I never have to.
Oh, and you have to check out Hot Fuzz. This just reminded me to tell you.
I fired a shotgun two times in my life, at the age of 13. Never again; my arms still hurt.
I've seen an eight year old kid handle a .44 like that--yes, mag, not special. The bullet hit the intended target about the same time the pistol hit the kid's forehead--no harm done, thankfully.