“Shooting Practice” (serio-comic) 2 minutes

Character: IZZI
Description:  Izzi talks about teaching his nephew how to shoot a gun. 
Gender: Male
Age:  46  

He didn’t even know how to hold a gun.  It was like teaching an infant.  I looked at him and couldn’t believe he was of Sicilian decent.  It was almost embarrassing how he tried to hold the gun, like he was impaired.

We went out back and started target practice.  I had him shoot a tree to kind of get used to the feel of the kick.  After a few rounds, I saw he began getting used to it, in fact, he really started to enjoy shooting the gun.  I left him alone.  I went back into the house, figured he could keep getting acquainted with his new friend.

I’d say about twenty minutes went by and right outside, on my front porch I hear a loud thump.  I was like, “What the hell is that, right?”  Could be anything, right?  So I grab my shotgun and walk towards the front door.  Suddenly, the front door bursts open and there is Mikey, holding his gun with this big shit eating grin on his face.  So I ask him, “What the fuck are you smiling about?”  Mikey steps to the side and behind him, lying on the porch is a fucking wild boar, dead.  He looks at me and says, “I got ‘em.”

Mikey went out and whacked a fucking pig!  I can’t explain the feeling I had, other then, I was fucking proud of him.  He blood stained my porch but I was proud of him.  He had it in him after all.  I knew he was ready.