Do you ever gaze around you and feel disgusted with the world at large yet agonisingly powerless to do a damn thing about it? Yeah, same (and if you donâ€™t â€“ pull your face out of your gooch, man. Political apathy is for fucking dweebs and Iâ€™ve got no time for that shit).
There are a million topics ricocheting around my cranium right now, and for the sake of my own sanity Iâ€™m going to articulate one of them below, with nice little subheadings to save you the sheer exhaustion of proper reading.
I once fired a machine gun in Las Vegas when I was 21 years old, because I was young and I thought itâ€™d be cool, because Hollywood. It wasnâ€™t cool, it was boring and terrifying, somehow simultaneously. I pulled the trigger, it made a loud bang, and suddenly there was a hole in the face of a human-shaped target. Truly, a thrilling experience well worth the violent deaths of thousands of schoolchildren. More than anything, I was just very aware that I was holding a heavy metal tool that was created solely, solelyÂ, to kill. If I aimed it the wrong way I would kill someone, or myself. Continue reading