After reading over my last post about trashazon, I realized that it would be a pity to share that story and not include the email that Adam blasted through their little rinky-dink pile of bricks one evening. I guess I didn't bring it up in the original post because I had other points on my mind that I wanted to make. This way, though, that one email gets its own solo.
I drew up a little comic to accompany the blog post and enjoyed the process immensely. The amazon logo in the first and third panels are copied from an image search. I also downloaded Adam's ATR logo to use in the exclamation point. The rest is my work, and Adam gave a few artistic critiques that I employed. My favorite part to draw was the third panel.
Today, however, for the first time, I heard shots from the east-southeast where I recently saw a couple cars setup for camping. The main road in and out of the area is in that direction, so I find it unlikely that anyone would choose that area to go shooting, given the likelihood of hitting someone. Immediately after the shots from the east-southeast, they began coming from the east and sounded very nearby. Then I started hearing ricocheting bullets flying directly over the tent.
...the whizzing bullets continued for about 30-40 minutes. I heard a few smacking through the trees overhead before hearing them land about 50-60 feet behind me.
I think what's even more sad than living that way in this world is that while we are all imprisoned in such a fashion, we are all simultaneously holding the keys to the prison cells that hold others. Everyone's doing it to everyone.. So why are we all doing this to each other?
I think it's widespread, well-ingrained mental illness. The powers of denial and repression can be extremely strong. You could go your whole life thinking you are one thing but acting like another. In fact, I know a great many people like this, not only that, but I used to be one of them!
He started explaining how and where he got it in the first place. "We're Native, so they give us the bus passes because," and as he struggles to complete the thought, I offer, "Sort of like a 'Sorry we killed your ancestors' thing?" "Yeah." "Yeah, a coupla bus passes should cover it," I add sarcastically.