A few years ago my brother-in-law, the inimitable Jake Loiko, brought a glass rifle filled with vodka to my house for Thanksgiving. Best. Hostess gift. Ever. The sheer sort of bad ideaness of it, really blew me away.
Yesterday I was walking down Manhattan Avenue in Greenpoint (between India and Huron, east side of the street) and stopped short at this liquor store display window. My iPhone camera didn’t quite do it justice, but it’s quite an array of weapons filled with alcohol here. There are couple swords, a missle(!), some semi-automatic looking guns and even a ceramic bottle shaped like a soldier carrying a gun.
I don’t want to be a Debbie Downer, but this trend seems doomed, right? Somehow booze IN guns seems way worse than cartoon characters smoking cigarettes. It’s like an implied recipe for near-certain disaster.