Guns in la

M-49

“I got seven Mac-11’s, about eight .38’s Nine 9’s, ten Mac-10’s, the shits never end.
You can’t touch my riches, even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches”.

Just kidding.

I recently went to Los Angeles. It’s a pretty weird place. One of the more memorable activities I engaged in was going to a gun range. It had real guns, like the ones people kill each other with and stuff. I have played many first person shoot ‘em ups on Playstation and whatnot, seen all five series of the Wire and I also own an air pistol and some big knives. So, I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal. I was wrong – the whole experience was terrifying.

The only gun range we could find was in Inglewood, a pretty rough place. You would only want to go there to gang bang or get good fish tacos. Or maybe you could call up your crip friends and do both maaane. Anyhows, after some good eating at In and Out, we got our gun(s) on. All we had to do was prove we were over 18 and then sign a slip saying that if you blow your face off, it’s entirely your fault.
We got three guns, a Magnum, a Glock and a Berreta. First up was the Magnum, it was pretty much a miniature canon, the kickback was real scary. Guns are really loud, even if you are wearing big headphones. My friend is half Yank so he was used to this kind of stuff. Luckily he noticed I was loading the bullets the wrong way round, the result of that observation being that my hands are still attached to my wrists.

The Glock was pretty hardcore too. A lot lighter but just as good at making big holes in your torso. It had a nice matt black finish. I think it’s what PO – lice use out there. More Grand Theft Auto than Dirty Harry, sadly I forgot to shoot sideways on some South Central shit.

The Beretta was pretty similar to the Glock but again it was a real gun with real bullets so it was just as scary. My friend later told me that he had heard that a woman her son had recently gone to a gun range. The mother shot her son in the head and then blew her own brains out. She left a note saying, “Satan made me do it” or something. Yikes.