Magnum Blast

So a gang of us have  been frequenting the LA gun club in Downtown Los Angeles.  I think it's the shooting range's equivalent to a dirty dive bar.  It is located in the heart of downtown's warehouse district at the end of an industrial coldisac.  The area is a labyrinth of old warehouses, factories and abandoned buildings and the population, when seen, is a combination of factory workers, zombie like homeless wanderers/crack heads and fashioned out artists/hipsters who dwell in the vast mega-lofts.  Nestled inconspicuously in the heart of this industrial labyrinth is the LA Gun Club.  Hidden in the core of Downtown and generally unknown by the outside world it has developed a policy of having basically no policy.  You can shoot semi automatic rifles to shot guns with ultimately no paper work, no rules and no regulations.  So last night, my birthday night, before going to a fashion show literally across the street that friends were throwing, Tomas and I walk into the range, I'm dressed in my 196o something texas Panhandle Slim western suit with my handmade vintage El Dorado cowboy boots on, and we proceed to get the biggest hand gun on the planet the Magnum .500.  Dirty Harry's gun is a mini-me compared to this bad boy.  We put on our ear plugs and goggles and I get ready for my maiden voyage into the mightiest blast that I have ever produced.  If you watch video's on youtube of people firing this thing off you will see watermelons explode, rows of jugs of water disintegrate and grown men cry.  So, not knowing what to expect I took a deep breath, pulled the trigger and away we go...