Welcome To The Thunderdome

What better way to ring in midnight on a Saturday than an all-out shooting spree at the Los Angeles Gun Club? I can think of none. Besides the gross lack of apparent safety regulations, drunk sorority girls wielding double barreled 12-gauges and the shocking amount of bullet-sized potholes BEHIND the shooting lanes, it was some of the most addictive fun I've had since... well... the last time I shot a Glock .45.

Next time you're in town, first, look me up and ask if I want to go, and second, make plans to hit the Gun Club. I do, however, suggest you miss the "after party" crowd and not go on a Saturday night. Dibs on the Mosin Nagant!