I stand corrected. I was skimming by the end of the article and just saw 300. Hell, I almost stopped reading after this line:
Quote:
In morning, I squat to defecate in a ravine downhill, and then the ritual of waking-by-gun: sometimes the boy-like .22, which makes little pops and might make a fox laugh if I brandished it; or the gruesome AK, a semi-automatic Romanian thing, an assault rifle, rude, very loud, bought on a whim (cheap), designed, at bottom, to further insurrections and slaughter villagers.
|
First, I don't need to hear about his bowel movements.
Next, there's nothing boy-like about a .22 unless a boy happens to be shooting it.
Yes the foxes are laughing at this pathetic SOB; so are all the other animals in the woods.
AKs aren't gruesome. They're ruggedly attractive.
What's an "assault rifle"?
This guy wouldn't know an insurrection if it bit him on the butt.
"Slaughter villagers"?
This guy spends too much time in la-la land.