I wake up and go to the local Starbucks after a really nice cup of coffee I go to the nearest shooting range with the desert eagle I leave in my car I have a license of course then I practice my aim I shoot at the first mannequin yes I said mannequin it's a real fancy shooting range alright?anyway I shoot and I hit it's knee I try to raise the gun a bit in hopes of the stomach or chest but when I shoot?yeah to say the least if this was a human they would not ever again reproduce so I line up the third shot I breathe in and out deeply to calm down my heart rate line up the shot and shoot it hits the dummy's hip I sigh out of both frustration I missed and relief I am getting closer I shoot shot num. 4 and hit the dummy's stomach then because cancer is stressful I shoot it in the head multiple times even if a couple hit something else or missed after the aim training I bought more ammo went home to grab my actual wallet and not like the fifty bucks I'm lucky to have left in my pocket I go and buy a shotgun and a AK since I wasn't expecting to die in my early twenty's and the money won't be passed on to anyone I buy a ton of ammo for each and go home to sleep