The guy behind the counter sneered at me when I asked if they had .32 auto shells. He said, “Boy if somebody shot me with a .32, I’d be really mad.”
I pointed to a spot right between my eyebrows, and told him, “If I shot you with a .32, you’d never know it.”
Location, location, location...
Years ago I saw a guy that tried to kill himself with a .32. Drank a bottle of whiskey and shot himself right between the eyes. When the whiskey wore off he called an ambulance. Bullet was lodged way back in his sinuses. We basically but a bandaide on him and sent him to psych for observation.