I'm Just a Soul Whose Intentions Are Good

*in what he hopes is a secluded area with no one around, and away from any prying eyes, sans shirt, with a gun out.  A rock is balanced on top of the gun.  After a minute, he flicks the gun, tossing the rock into the air.  While it falls, he slips the gun out of sight, draws it again, and catches the rock back on top* 

... Still too slow.

*repeats the action several more times* 

... Getting there...