Posted: 24 Mar 2006 02:19 AM
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::: permaLink
I have re-kindled my love affair with firearms.
We flirted in high school, and even had a few secret liasons. Over the years, though, we grew apart . The memory of the fun we had grew dim - the sweet scent of gunpowder no longer graced my nostrils.
Now, like old flames, we find one another again. Pass the bullets. And the whiskey.