| Just to be clear on this, I too, grew up shooting guns. It was the greatest treat for me to go with my father and shoot the .22 rifle that was "mine". I killed so many coke cans, in the parallel Coke Can Universe, I'm known as one of the most prolific serial killers of all time. We stopped going after we shot a groundhog and I cried. I think it freaked him out a bit, realizing that even though I was a big old tomboy, I would still cry over a groundhog. But, you know, it is fun and a test of skill but, just like Sonart, I think the cost is too high.
All I see when I look down, something jumpin' on the ground, Scratchin' dirt, cluckin' in the barnyard -
Tell me, could that be you?
John Kay |