Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Monday, May 14, 2007

dead trees

I remember I shot a gun at a tree. I wanted to watch the ricochet off the tree. I mean it. I just shot at the tree to watch the ricochet. My mother asked me what I was doing, and I told her that I wanted to watch the ricochet off the tree. But, like, I never shot anything alive. I shot things after someone had shot them, like a deer that was already dead, but I never shot anything alive.

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