Colt .45

Another product shot for class. The idea came to me in painting class where my professor turns the radio on and walks out to god knows where for half-hour stretches at a time. During the 3 hours twice a week that i have to pretend i know what i'm doing, i am acoustically assailed by the heavy metal antics of a more-or-less local radio station called "The Bone". Anyone familiar with this station either loves it or hates it. I belong to the latter group. Although it is quite fun to complain about the music being played, any amusement is soon washed away by the fact that i actually have to put up with these "songs". And before anyone recommends that i put on headphones and listen to my own preferences, i will inform that i have not owned a walkman or similar device since i was warned as a child by an old family friend that doing so would hurt my eardrums and ensure me a place in a chinese salt mine.

To make a long stort longer, "The Bone" tends to place the same few songs in sequence all the time to be played every hour. During one class i heard no less than three separate tracks with the phrase "pocket full of shells" back to back. And this got me thinking as to how these individuals could come to possess all these cartridges and not the foresight to bring along a bandoleer. Anyway, this is my response.