it's a different world here. there aren't many earnest hand-wringers lamenting gun control in these parts. firearms are a nonchalant facet of most people's lives. I wasn't really raised around guns. my dad had a rifle for protection when we went camping, and a BB was always propped next to the door so he could (gleefully) shoot at the squirrels who got on the bird feeder; but that was about it. I still have yet to shoot a real gun. my ignorance about them has definitely added to my fear of them. it's something I need to get over.
so I was reading this book about serial killers in Alaska while I was at the fair today. I'm impressed by how much my parents sheltered me when I was a kid here in the 80s. I'd never heard of Kirby Anthoney until a few hours ago. you haven't either? google that shit. it's fucking dreadful. and then I walked around the various booths in the brilliant sunshine and saw this booth... perhaps that's why I'm in a weird mood now. the thing is, he didn't even use a gun. other things kill people too. anyway.
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