This is my rifle, this is for fun

It’s normal for fathers to worry about the safety of their little princesses, but my father worries more about the safety of items and people in the fall out zone of my clumsiness and violence… His eyes flash with fear and his voice betrays his nervousness when he realizes I’m carrying a tray of drinks, playing mini golf, closing a door, pretending (PRETENDING) to punch somebody in the face, going near anything delicate and expensive, touching anything mechanical or electrical (cameras in general, his in particular) so it’s probably for the best that he doesn’t see this photo of me firing a AK-47…

Everybody else had a go with machine guns but I went for the classic assault rifle. I quite fancy one of these now, maybe I’ll get a flatbed Toyota pick up to go with it. I can see insurgent chic being the next big trend down Stoke Newington farmers market (I wouldn’t stand out enough in Dalston though…)