I was in a hotel room. There was a gun on the table - a sniper rifle. I knew that I should not load the rifle, because it would blow a hole in the wall. But I was really tempted to pull the trigger on the unloaded gun. I did so, and a massive discharge of air went off, and blew a hole in the wall. I was scared and confused. I looked through the hole in the wall, and saw that the impact had blasted a similar hole in the next room, and the next, and the next. It went on farther than I could see - a series of holes in these cheap brown laminate wood walls.
I remember I was scared to explain myself to my Dad. I set the rifle down and saw another, smaller hole in the wall. This hole was obviously caused by a handgun bullet. I realized that the wall was full of small bullet holes, but that the rifle had caused the largest hole. I didn't know how to explain that I hadn't fired the rifle - that it hadn't been loaded when it went off.
I didn't have an explanation, and when Dad arrived I couldn't explain it. He didn't seem too upset, as I recall.
I remember I was scared to explain myself to my Dad. I set the rifle down and saw another, smaller hole in the wall. This hole was obviously caused by a handgun bullet. I realized that the wall was full of small bullet holes, but that the rifle had caused the largest hole. I didn't know how to explain that I hadn't fired the rifle - that it hadn't been loaded when it went off.
I didn't have an explanation, and when Dad arrived I couldn't explain it. He didn't seem too upset, as I recall.
