Say what you want about Cali…
but I will never leave it.
No matter what.
I'll stay and fight.
It's still the Wild West out here despite our shithead authorities.
New hardware is cool too…
but there's just something that can't be put into words when you're shootin' great great grand dads old revolvers.
Bruh…
I barely ever sleep.
I've completed 16 years of graveyard shift to pay the bills. Permanently nocturnal now.
The truth Q tells is not too weird compared to the shit the local speed freaks talk about at 3:45am.
I've loved levers ever since my dad gave me a daisy bb gun to protect our avocado orchard from the vermin. My grandfathers passed down some nice Marlins but I don't shoot them nowadays. I'm more accurate with my A-Bolt 7mm Rem Mag.
I found an M1 hidden behind the water heater in a house I was renting years ago. I told the landlord, who was my father in law about it.
The next day we found out it was the previous owners father who was so old he forgot about it when he sold. Nevertheless… we returned it to the old war vet and he was very thankful.