Sunday morning firearm training on a hangover? Not my finest hour.
(This is part two in a two part series – you can read about my first day of defensive handgun training here)
Shit.
It’s 6:00 a.m., still dark outside, and I haven’t done my homework. As I fumble for the ridiculously small off-switch on my alarm clock, I realize I also have a hangover. I knew I should have finished my reading last night after getting home, but another episode (possibly two) of The Walking Dead was more compelling than reading a training manual for armed security guards. Turning down the third glass of Merlot would also have been a good idea.
Hindsight be damned.
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