"You know it's very relaxing shooting a gun," he confided. "Think about it. If
you ever want to come along, give me a call."
I leaned back in my chair and thanked him for the offer. "I've gone skeet shooting years ago. I don't think I could ever kill anything. "
"It's target practice. That's all." He remembered something." You know
the family tree information you asked about? Well I gave it to a distant relative. I'll have to ask his mother for it. Poor guy, got esophageal cancer
and shot himself in the bathroom. 'Gives guns a bad name."
Neville Hunt almost 6 years ago
Gives guns a bad name.... which is much deserved! The juxtapositioning of the elements of the conversation is terrific. Sorry I didn't comment earlier.