Her second shot was even closer. “Lisa, you’re a natural,” Lonnie said. “OK, Mike, now you give it a try.” I looked around, confused. “Excuse me?” He handed me the .38. “You came here to shoot, didn’t you?” I accepted the gun, and from then until the time we left, my name was Mike, which was more than a little demoralizing. Not getting the “Wait a minute—the David Sedaris?”
