Mama would never buy me anything good as a kid, and by anything good I mean a bow and arrow (I was very small but still had a Yearning to shoot the peacocks at Knotts Berry Farm or some similar theme park) or a slingshot (which is what I always wanted at the Li'l Champ down the street from my grandparents' house but had to settle for something else, like jacks). Today I made one and my idea was to shoot acorns at the big chimes in the community garden, but then people started being in that area and then after trying to figure out how to Git Good at sling shottin, it slid out of its restraints. Now I have to come back inside (boo) and do homework (BOOOO). As my granddaddy would say, "Sounds like a bunch of bull shit to me," and, he's right. The sun is out and I want to buy yellow overalls and go feral. I made a depressing zine and mailed it out to some people & I am happy to report that people got them & they did not get returned to sender. I was wingin' it. I'm happy with how nicely it copied to black and white.
Lemme go lay in my little blanket fort and do this reading.
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