This one time...

... when i wasn't drinking (the start of my stories are typically the complete opposite of this) my dad shot my sister with a gun.

Let me rephrase that.

This one time... when i wasn't drinking, my dad accidentally shot my sister with a BB gun. I remember it like it was yesterday... and so does she since she was the one who was shot.

My dad and I were shooting our BBs at cans like we loved to do on any typical Saturday morning. This is what we did in Texas as kids, and generally move up to pellet guns after this, then rifles, then shotguns, and finally AK47s. My sister at the time was on the swing set which was not directly in the line of fire, but definitely about 15 feet away from the cans at about a 30 degree angle.

I remember shooting, then hearing my sister scream. That's about it. Turns out a BB ricocheted off the can and hit her on the pinkie as she was swinging. The real questions is, was it my shot, or my dad's shot. I guess the world will never know.

Lesson to be learned... don't be in the line of fire in any situation.

The last time i was drinking and playing with guns... somone got shot in the butt. Awesome.