Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: November 22, 2006

i got blisters on my finger

photo: ms hood.

after breakfast at hugos, took ms hood to the oak tree gun club and blew the shit out of some metal tagets.

i was mainly playing with a semi automatic .45 and ms hood was playing with a (once standard police issue) .38 revolver.

100 rounds each... 

i don't think ms hood enjoyed herself very much...but you never know when gun skills might come in handy.
(best be prepared for the apocolypse)

we were both amused by the gun club employee who had to see our passports to make sure we weren't middle eastern as he "has the right to refuse 'unfriendly' people".

the gun club is a surreal place: you turn up with your (british) passport, sign a form to say you've had zero experience in shooting handguns before, pay $20 and they give you a very powerful handgun for which you can buy as much ammo as you like.
£10 for 100 rounds.

was also weird talking with the same guy about how the police here used to use 9mm guns on duty but the bullets go through people too easy so they had to shoot them many more times (to 'stop' them) whereas these days, the police have reverted to using 45's again because if you shoot someone with a 45, they stop (dead...usually)...especially if you use hollow point bullets which implode in the people they impact with.

i hope england can stay away from guns and gun culture for as long as possible.
i never want to live in a country where this familiarity with guns is commonplace.

it isn't till you've shot a .45 gun that you realise just how much it would be hurt to be shot by a bullet from one.
the gun stuff you see on tv is so cartoon and gentle compared the real thing.

shooting big guns can be scary...but therapeutic all the same.

hater proof

i saw this car/van on route to the gun club.
it says 'hater proof' on the chrome plate.

as we pulled up alongside i saw it also said (airbsrushed on the door), 'don't hate the player: hate the game'.

i would have taken a picture but the driver saw me looking and started playing with his hydrolics making the car go up and down.

here lives the proper gang-stars...not the pretend ones we've got back in blighty.

back in LA called into 'flaunt' magazine and caught up with trent over a thai lunch off hollywood blvd.

now i have a disco nap...