No. 20 West Twentieth Street looks like an ordinary office building, but go down to the basement and you’ll hear an unusual sound—gunshots, frequent and close. On a recent evening, a group of around a dozen creative types—funky jewelry, high-minded tote bags—arrived at Westside Rifle & Pistol Range and nervously milled about as they waited to shoot at blown-up black-and-white photographs of themselves, in the name of art. The majority of them had never touched a gun before.See the rest of the story at newyorker.comRelated:Ukraine, a “Supermarket” for GunsUnlearning the Gun Habit: Tips for a Transition Into the Socialist NightmareObama …read more
Source: The New Yorker
