03.26.04

And This Bird You Cannot Change

Last night we went to the shooting range. I shot a revolver, a nine-milli and a .357 Glock. Afterward, we had dinner at Denny's, and later as I was driving home I turned the radio to the classic rock station. When "Free Bird" came on, I sang along. Loudly.

Can you imagine how big an asshole I'd be if I'd been born white?

Posted by john at March 26, 2004 02:34 PM
Comments (2)

Is this what passes for fun in N. Cal these days? When I lived up there it was all about wine, feng shui, and B2B software solutions. Had I known the area would devolve back to its redneck roots, I might have stuck around awhile. Guns, freedom rock, kiddie menus that turn into masks...ah...

Posted by: Clay Sails at March 31, 2004 08:37 AM

I think the assholiest part of this is that you called it a "nine-milli." That's so gay I want to shoot you.

Posted by: Sarah B. at April 1, 2004 08:03 PM