Rednecks, Old Nascar Shirts and Imagining What It will be like to drop my dad off at the pysch ward

Have you ever seen a redneck run around in work boots, gym shorts and a ratty old nascar shirt, holding a beebee gun, shooting at the squirrels because he can't stand them?

If you haven't you should come over my house. Every morning before my dad goes to work around one or two, he runs around my yard shooting the squirrels. Not enough to kill them, just to sting them so they don't come back. But that's the thing... they don't run away. They keep coming back. I'll get a picture eventually and show you. For now just picture the description I gave you.

Today I will write, make art and finally get my blood work done. Also, I will drink coffee and read things. Most likely I will hang out all day because my back is killing me from wakeboarding.


I just heard this after a beebee was shot: "Hurts don't it?"

Now he's talking to them.
My dad is losing his mind.
I can't stop laughing.
Why can't I stop laughing?
I can't see straight.