in kansas city i never really knew what a gunshot sounded like…could be a gunshot, could be a car backfiring. i never really knew. i got to be a littler better and telling the difference when gretch and i lived off campbell, but i still usually needed her to make the final call. overall, it didn’t really mean much unless you heard police sirens to follow, which you rarely did. it didn’t really affect my life, except for to reconsider the neighborhoods i chose to live in. even then, nothing was effected.
gunshots mean something different down here. the main thing that they mean for me is that i have to walk my dogs, instead of letting them run free. and i guess there is the small chance that some dumbass hunter doesn’t know where he is and fires in the direction of my home. but i try not to think about that and also try to give hunters the benefit of the doubt. this is their hobby and hopefully they are well-educated and make wise decisions while doing it.
i know my mother thinks i am giving them too much credit, but i have to. this is my world.
lake. hills. forest. deer. hunting season…and hopefully soon, a fence.
ahoyfriend. 