My friend Anthony & my Uncle Dennis shooting clay pigeons outside the cabin. When it was my turn, I hit one of about 20. Lame. Then again, I haven't done it since I was about 12...
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Aug. 15th, 2009
I took a 6 a.m. Greyhound from DC to Williamsport, VA, where my uncle picked me up to take me to the hunting cabin the woods where we've been going since I was a kid. First, we stopped off at the gun store, where I couldn't resist snapping a pic of this sign to send to my coworkers/friends back in DC. Remember how I worked on gun control last year?
Aug. 14th, 2009
Last August, I did not want to like my new coworkers. I felt very strongly that befriending them would somehow lessen my friendships with my old coworkers.
I was wrong. This was their last week of work, & when I left their goodbye party, I cried like a goddamn baby. And yes, I am tearing up as I write this...
I was wrong. This was their last week of work, & when I left their goodbye party, I cried like a goddamn baby. And yes, I am tearing up as I write this...
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