Hello, my name is Jarhead, and I used to live in California.
Yes folks, that's right.
I used to pay $1.85 for a gallon of gas.
I used to pay $3.50 for a gallon of milk.
I used to sit on the 91 freeway for hours even at 1 in the afternoon or 2 in the morning.
I used to drive from range to range looking for a place that didn't look down their nose at me for wanting to shoot my "assault rifle" at silouhette targets.
I used to pay a percentage of the value of my car (a tax) to register it.
I used to live in a 1950 sq ft house with a zero lot-line.
Then one day I loaded up my family and my evil, nasty, bayonet lug and pistol grip having, standard capacity magazine capable firearms and moved to Texas.
Ahhhh Texas.
The home of Shiner Bock, the Texas Rangers (the LEO, not the MLB team), the busiest little death row in the nation, The Alamo, Goliad, barbecue, shall-issue CCW, $1.48 gas, $1.50 milk, $55 automobile registration and the Texas Black Rifle Shoot.
Yeeeee Haawwwww!
Semper Fidelis
Jarhead out.
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"I am determined to sustain myself as long as possible & die like a soldier who never forgets what is due to his own honor & that of his country – Victory or Death."
--William Barrett Travis, at the Battle of The Alamo