Sure!! Who doesn’t love being stopped at the door of a 2A event and told to hand over your roscoe by some fudd douchenozzle that’s been dying to be in charge of something since the club stripped his RO cert, then paying the same a**h*** who’s demanding you disarm and trust him as he casually tosses your pistol into an unsecured desk drawer with 20 others guns in a heap, and then, finally, once you get in, getting hit flat in the face with that beautiful eye watering sweet smell of BO, swamp ass and mold.
The excitement of walking around looking at table after table of replica Nazi junk, moldy 1970’s uniforms, rusted equipment, craptastic firearms and cheap chinese knives, it’s goddamn glorious isn’t it, but too much exciting for my medium aged heart.