Project Superman 15c

And by miss I mean being on the edge of the red circle not in the exact middle, hitting the black, missing the black but still hitting the paper. My “automatic adjustments” for wind and distance didn’t seem to work very well if at all. One night it was very windy and raining and I was missing the red dot, and I even missed the target all together a few times. This is with a pistol (I think it […] Read More

Project Superman 15b

The man with the white hair then says “Rhino, come over here.” I walk over and he says “Rhino, let me first tell you that you did an outstanding job, and as a reward, we are going to send you home early tonight. I want you to go home and get a good night’s rest, you’ve earned it.” I said “awesome, thank you very much.” Mr. Green then pats me on the back and says “outstanding son, f*cking outstanding!” […] Read More

Project Superman 15a

Chinese martial arts weapons, Chinese throwing stars, numb-chucks, brass knuckles with spikes, etc.. My mother hated, and I mean hated guns. I was not allowed to have ANY toy guns as a child what so ever, no bee-bee guns, no toy guns, not even any plastic guns. I wasn’t even allowed to play like I was shooting anyone (cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians) when I was a child. When Atari came out, my mother hated even the idea […] Read More