When I was twelve years old I shot a bird with a BB gun.
I don't know why.
It just lay there, twitching.
I went and got my step-father and he made me step on it to teach me a lesson.
All I learned is that he was an asshole
And I needed a more powerful gun.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
1997/98
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