My father’s cough medicine costs more than the bullets for a state-level rifle practice, and I wonder if the real paperwork is the one that says who gets to sit at the table. They cheer the gold medals, but nobody asks how many kids gave up because the forms were in English and the nearest range was a bus fare away. I’m not against the shooting—I just know the same chai stall that sells me vinegar bottles also sells the silence about what gets left behind.
#shotgun
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