16th June, 2005 // Honduras
Mom’s day aka Gun day
Mother’s day was renamed for me this year. Early in the morning before I went to work, while eating my complete cereal, I heard the piercing sound of a bullet flying through the air. I didn’t rush out to see what was going on like in the movies, cuz those fools get the news report title of “innocent by-standard.” I waited until there weren’t any more shots to ask my family what was going on. I figured out what had happened before I even asked any questions. I saw Grand-pa cleaning his gun (the 4th different gun I’ve seen in my house). The only questions left were if he had shot himself and if he meant to shoot. The answer to both questions were no. That was a great way to start off mother’s day 2005. During my lunch break, I stopped by my neighbor’s house to chat. None of the adults were there, so I just talked with the kids on the couch. One of them, mind you she is 20 (but I give her a little leeway because she is still in high school), thought it would be a good idea to show me, or maybe she was hunting nic jay, the house pistol. I have already seen their house’s rifle. She thought it would be fun to point it at me and laugh about how scared I got. Well, that game lasted less than a minute and I went on my way home. Was someone trying to send me a message that day? I mean geez…go sell your gun today and buy some chill pills. Violence breeds violence, your not protecting anyone, STOP living in fear.
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