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My old man was eating his dinner at the table by the window. I had eaten mine and was attempting to draw my toy six shooter from the holster on my right side as fast as I could. My mother was in the kitchen sorting wash. My sister was in the other room playing with her dolls. I draw out the gun and POW POW I shoot at the bad guys at the bar in the saloon then put my gun back in the holster. You could draw quicker if you tied a piece of string through the holster and tied it around your leg like they do in the films my old man says. Can you do it? I ask. Sure after I've eaten he says. I take out the gun and twirl it around my finger like I had seen it done at the movies and then shoot POW POW at the tall bad guy who was going to shoot me from the side. Last night I was Billy the Kid and was shot by Pat Garrett. Later I guess I'll be Jesse James and some **** while shoot me in the back.
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
BEING JESSE JAMES 1955.
My old man was eating his dinner at the table by the window. I had eaten mine and was attempting to draw my toy six shooter from the holster on my right side as fast as I could. My mother was in the kitchen sorting wash. My sister was in the other room playing with her dolls. I draw out the gun and POW POW I shoot at the bad guys at the bar in the saloon then put my gun back in the holster. You could draw quicker if you tied a piece of string through the holster and tied it around your leg like they do in the films my old man says. Can you do it? I ask. Sure after I've eaten he says. I take out the gun and twirl it around my finger like I had seen it done at the movies and then shoot POW POW at the tall bad guy who was going to shoot me from the side. Last night I was Billy the Kid and was shot by Pat Garrett. Later I guess I'll be Jesse James and some **** while shoot me in the back.
A BOY IN LONDON IN 1955 BEING A COWBOY.
TerryCollett
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
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