As i sit here its dark the only light i have is from the tablet that i am writing on i remember this day like it was yesterday it was a new years eve it was also in the late 90's era i went to the crib out west philly nobody was there at the time i think i had to smoke atleast two blunts to the head and took a couple shots of vodka one of those popular names at that time i remember getting pretty nice so i started to clean one of the random hand guns sitting around if my memory serves me correct it was a 9mm i broke it down cleaned it and all i remember i kept cocking it back just to make the bulliet keep poping out and cacthing it some cowboy gun crazy shit i guess i know i did this several times i was really buzzed by now so the phone rang i cant renemeber who i was talking too on it but i know i was talking away swinging the gun around all dumb in the mist of me drinking and playing with the gun i pulled fhe trigger and shot a hole right in the wall man my ears were ringing like crazy thats the very first time i learned not to play with guns now when i say play with guns im not talking about if you have to do what you gotta do thats something different shit i could have blown my own head off
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