I remember seeing something about amok before, yeah. All I’ve been able to find so far was this, at feral living, which is as of this writing still accessible:
http://feralliving.surreally.com/archives/000806.html

When I was little, I had a mammoth 12 gauge shotgun. OK, I’m still pretty little; the thing was almost as tall as me, I swear. It was useful for scaring away the gangs that haunted us in the stinking redneck hell where my mom bought her first house, on a corner, while I wore a big-city Catholic school uniform and she dated a string of black cops. Oh, let me tell you the backlash from that was extra fun. I never shot at an actual person, but I did carry it to the door a few times. And I got really, really good at shooting skeet. I kind of miss that.
Skeet shooting.
Not El Sobrante (which is a big beige luxury estate, now. The Fry’s Market where I bought our groceries is now that major chain of electronics stores. Go figure. {Added El Sobrante trivia: Les Claypool grew up there, worked at the Shell station down the street from our house. I had a crush on his coworker. thought he was gross. ffwd to the mid-80s, when he lived in Berkeley and started his band. ffwd to now, when I’m typing this comment from the office that was at that point his bedroom. Neat.})