On the last day of my first trip to Vegas three years ago, my older brother and I faced a conundrum: What do you do in Sin City when the sin’s been had and only the city is left?
Go to Caesar’s, maybe, and lose another $50 bucks at craps, or, schmuck-like, watch the Bellagio’s fountain show for the sixth time? Then I thought: What better way to bid farewell than with my finger wrapped around the trigger of an automatic weapon?
Enter The Gun Store, one of a growing number of Vegas businesses specializing in machine-gun tourism. With a picture ID and $50 bucks, you can fire 10 rounds on a Desert Eagle, or 50 with an Uzi 9mm.