I remember going out to a nightclub with a buddy up in the high desert. We got pretty toasted, failed to bring any girls back, and so were fubarred and driving back down the long desert highway back to my place. Pulled out my .357 as we were driving, and stopped every so often to try and shoot jackrabbits that were zipping across the hwy on the way home ()

Well, we actually were able to hit 2 jackrabbits with that long-barreled revolver, and when we came back to my place, he was fixing to head home, but my dogs were barking so I said, "Hey, let's roll-out some dogs!"

So we rolled about 3 pair of dogs, at like 2 am, music blasting, us encouraging the dogs, with neighbors being within a quarter-mile

Can't fucking imagine being that stupid now ... but this was in 1993, before the internet, and before these dogs were all over the media.

Those were the days