Much doings today. Ugh.
"Some people want to leave a mark on the world so badly they don't care if it's a scar."
Unk.
Morning coffee....'Murican style.
Sip....Pfftt.....sip......Pffftt...
Well, not quite Pfftt. People think these cans are 'silencers'. Naww.... that's just movies, and shocker of shocks... movies are not real.
It's a suppressor, not a silencer. The neighbors still know I'm shooting from the deck, but it's not loud enough to bother anyone. Even with this already quiet .22, it still makes enough noise to be noticed.
I'm sitting out front smoking a cigar and reading when a stranger VW pulls in. From the way the car growled, I already had an idea what kind of an encounter it would be.
Yup, former student dropping by out of the blue, sporting a stupidly high HP scooty car, and home between deployments.
We went for a ride to enjoy the turbo boost while we caught up on life. The man is living the service life 110%, and about to deploy to an island to do things and stuff for a unspecified amount of time.
He was mine maybe... 10 or 12 years (?) ago. One of the better ones.
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