Magnum Force

“You ready?” Phil asks me.

“Ready,” I reply.

“Let her rip.”

I squeeze the trigger on the heavy revolver. With a tremendous roar, a .357 caliber bullet explodes out of the barrel and smashes through the head of my target.

“Good shot! ” Phil crows.

No, I haven’t gone postal. I’m at a gun range. The target is paper. The Magnum revolver belongs to my friend, Phil. I realign the sights, thumb back the hammer, and gently place my finger on the trigger.

“Would you like fries with that?” I growl, in my best Dirty Harry voice.

“Uh oh,” Phil says behind me. “I was afraid this would happen.”


The gun spits out a ball of fire. The target flutters as the bullet zips through it.

“No reservation?” I ask in customer friendly tones.

The silhouette target stares back mutely.


“No table for you!”

“A little angry?” my friend teases.

“I look over my shoulder.”

“What do you think?”

“That you’re enjoying this too much?”

“Oh,” I say, exhaling a deep breath. “Maybe just a tad.”

“Glad you’re on my side,” Phil says.

“So you’re friends with the owner?” I ask the target, reacquiring my sight picture.

The black and white silhouette’s still not talking.


“Ouch!” my friend yelps. “Did you have to shoot him in the nuts?”

“Water with lemon?”


“But of course Madam.”

The guy shooting the Colt .45 in the lane next to me gives me a funny look.

“You’d like pasta instead of potatoes?”


“No substitutions!” I yell. “EVER!”

“That’s six,” my friend says. “And keep your voice down.”

“More bullets,” I say, ejecting the shells from the smoking cylinder.

“I’ve got more,” my friend says. “Don’t worry.”

“Good,” I reply. “I’m just getting started.”

Phil and I spend the next hour blowing through several boxes of ammunition. By the time were done I feel strangely peaceful – like I’ve purged a dark emotion out of my body. My hands are smudged with gunpowder.

“That was fun.” I say, wiping the revolver down with a towel. The barrel’s still hot to the touch.

“It’s been years since we’ve done that,” Phil replies. “You did good.”

“And I didn’t scream Die Yuppie Mofos Die!”

“You almost did.”

“We should do this more often,” I say.

“Next time,” Phil says, “I’ll bring my shotgun.”

“That’d be nice.”

As I pack up the gun Phil grabs a broom and starts sweeping up the spent shells. I bend down, pick up some empty casings, and put them in my pocket.

“Whatcha gonna do with those?” Phil asks.

“When a customer asks for change,” I reply, grinning evilly. “Maybe I’ll mix these in with the coins.”

My friend stares at me balefully.

“Bad idea?” I ask.

“Very bad.”

“Just a thought,” I say. “It beats handing out pharmaceutical pens.”

“What are you talking about?” Phil asks.

“Don’t you read my blog?”

Phil just looks at me.

“Forget it,” I say. “Let’s get some beer.”

10 thoughts on “Magnum Force”

  1. Elfbane5 says:

    I think I love you. XD HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

  2. Olivia says:

    Good way to get your anger out. =)

  3. chiff0nade says:

    Waiter, you have NOTHING on my boyfriend “Big Bear”! Hell, the good ole boys here in my Clearwater trailer park have more guns than you have tips!

    YEAH, I am a born and bred Dago bitch from Brooklyn, New York, and I don’t take no shit from anybody . . . ANYBODY! I don’t have to, you got that?

    That’s why I run the CassandraCrossing website where we witches were dealing with assholes LONG BEFORE you learned how to wait tables.

    Sometimes I like you, sometimes I think you are a fucking loser.

    You need to suck it up and act like ME . . . chiff0nade!

    Good luck!

  4. Bess says:

    ^ Well, that was pleasant.

  5. Sarah the Second says:

    ^^seriously, wtf?

  6. mag says:

    ^^^ huh? I don’t get it…….

  7. dave says:

    chiff0nade, it’s called Xanax, or maybe Prozac would be good, and there are more shady doctors out there than you could imagine that will prescribe whatever you need. Please see one. We’re all very frightened.

  8. Kris says:

    Had a guy one time, gun expert in the military, give me a lesson on shooting a M249. That thing can spit out 700-900 rounds a minute if the trigger is pressed continually, but that’s only in cases of emergency because the barrel will melt in 30 seconds at that speed.

    There is nothing like sending that much firepower down the range.

    I feel your enthusiasm lol.

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  10. Kempeth says:

    Heh. Reminds me of my last tour in the army when we were at the shooting range and discovered after the normal training that we still had two more ammo cases that “needed to go away”… Now that was fun!

    Shooting has something strangely relaxing to it. Especially if you don’t have to aim too much.

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