So I'm watching my snowboardaddiction videos (sitting here waiting for the damned snow to fall) and partway through the Nev Park Lap I realize he buzzes some 10 year old skier who is shuffling slowly right across the park line.
Dunno how many times I've watched that and didn't notice it.
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.