Aggression.

I've been feeling it lately. No better way to deal with aggression than with guns, that's what I've always said. I'm sure you've heard me say it often.

So yesterday my friend Tom was kind enough to teach me a little something about guns. And shooting them. I got to shoot a lot of them, and I liked it, thankyouverymuch. We shot a .22 rifle, a 9mm Glock, and the lovely gun pictured above with the equally lovely Beth, my coworker, friend, and part time militia member. I can't remember exactly what that gun was called, except that it is an AR, which everyone thinks stands for assault rifle, but is actually a reference to the original branch that made the style of gun.

Good times.