Stupid moves with a Gun

Oh yeah Ive got a story.
It was on july fourth and I was eleven years old and was spending a week at my grandparents house. My grandparents were outside 'shuckin corn and I was inside being curious and decided to be stupid and go in my grandfathers nightstand and pull out his old .32 s&w revolver and mess with it. I took it in another room and was playing around with it and BOOM it went off, I rushed so fast to put it back in his drawer I didn't even notice I put a nice clean hole in my hand, through and through. It must have been the adrenaline that was brewed up from me praying to god my grandparents didn't hear it go off, which they didn't, that caused me to not notice the hole in my hand for a few minutes until I went to use the restroom and noticed a drop of blood on the toilet seat and noticed I had shot my hand. Thats when the pain started. I ran around the house freaking out and finally I just had to go outside and cry and show them my hand.
I didn't get a good 'whoopin (which I would have deserved) or even yelled at. My lesson was learned the hard way, and they knew it.
 
Years ago myself and my brother were on an indoor range that we would frequent.Gentleman in a three piece suit takes the lane to my right and starts unpacking a .50 desert eagle.They had just came out on the market and it was the first that i had seen of them.He started boasting that he had connections as he thumbed those big rounds in the mag.Brought it up in front of his face elbows cocked so he can see those sights real nice,and boom.The hammer dug a divot from between his eyes that you could stick an m&m in.The blood started running down the side of his nose dripping down his white shirt and vest.He took a step back and looked at us,then stiff armed it and rapidly emptied the gun downrange.Packed up and left in a hurry,the owner of the range wanted to know if it was a ricochet but got a laugh when i explained.
 
A friend of mine, a funeral director was cataloging a decedent's effects and took particular notice of his ink pen which was large, heavy and had a large hole in the end, about .22 inches large......BANG. The pen fired and shot a bullet right into his head, about an inch and a half above his left eye. Said bullet traveled between the skin and bone and made a 270 degree circumnavigation of his head, stopping just above his right eye. The doctor removed it with a small incision which he closed with a single stitch. The wound swelled up so that it looked like a large sausage under his scalp. He was bald as a bootjack and normally wore a toupe but could not for more than a month, nor could he wear a hat. This being summer and him being a funeral director, he spend some time outdoors and got a nasty sunburn to top it all off.
 
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Friend of mine relieved the watch and took possession of the 45. Procedure is check to see gun is empty, let the slide close pull the trigger, insert magazine, place gun in holster and log it in.

Yup, checked the gun, it was empty, inserted magazine, let the slide close, pulled the trigger. He was still standing there with the gun pointed up in the air when they came to relieve him of his gun and his watch. The Captain who had been on the wing of the bridge over him had heard the shot and felt the bullet whizz past his face. The hole between his feet matched the size of the bullet.

He still stood security watches but he was armed with a night stick not a carbine or pistol and his pay check was a lot lighter until he got out of the navy. Wonder what ever happened to him.
 
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