Nephew

My nephew visited recently. He's older than me so it's weird but he's a good guy. He took me shooting with one my my cousins (I guess) and it was fun. I shot a pistol, revolver, and shotgun. It was fun in a scary way. I'm holding something that could easily kill me or someone else if I felt like it. I've never went skydiving but I think it'd be similar. Probably not as intense so more like bungee jumping. He kept talking like a gun dude bro saying things like "your adversary" and "If you didn't kill them you scared them off". I know that guns are used to kill people but to be reminded of it irked me a tiny bit. I was a pretty good shot with the hand guns but I was scared of putting my face anywhere near a shotgun so I was practically guessing. We did something else after that but I don't remember it. That's kind of why I started blogging. I have a shit memory so writing things down when they happen should help me out. I even kept a shotgun shell casing as a memento. It doesn't really help when I wait until the sixth to write about things that happened on the third. After they dropped me off at my apartment I hit my vape while pissing and they called me if I wanted to get ice cream. I said yeah and we got ice cream, went to the mountain nearby, and they asked me about my ex that isn't entirely my ex anymore. 

The morning after we went to Nashville. I had almost no sleep because my bum ass roommate invited his bum ass girlfriend, her friend who is also the girl I lost my virginity to, and this redneck came by unannounced. He just shows up sometimes and I hate it because I can't enjoy stuff while someone is watching over my shoulder. He took a shower at three in the fucking morning when I had to wake up at six. I don't know why he can't shower at in other bathroom in the world but whatever. Then all of them got loud and I had to go out and threaten to kick them out. I went back in my room and was shaking. I'm such a fucking coward that asking people to quiet down had me shaking. Didn't matter much since I fell asleep in the car using the seat belt as a pillow.

Nashville was kind of boring honestly. It's beautiful but we didn't really do anything. We got barbecue from Jack's and Nashville's famous hot chicken. My pseudo cousin was about to get it hot but the cashier had to talk him down to medium. This old guy who worked there for twenty seven years said that he doesn't even like making it because it hurts him so bad. The chicken was really fucking spicy but it was so good, like so good I forgot about the spice until I finished eating. We also went to a bar, it was kinda shitty since I couldn't drink or do anything except watch the country band playing. We also went to a couple pawn shops. Typing that made me remember that's what we were doing after we went shooting.

The day after we went to trade day. Trade day is where a bunch of vendors just sell off whatever. Guns, puppies, turkeys, honey, whatever garbage they want gone. There's also a lot of Mexicans, like more than I've ever seen in one place. I also saw maybe the most stunning girl I've ever seen. She was pulled straight out of a magazine. Perfect skin, a striking face, her white clothes and the way she walked screamed that she was better than everyone combined. I want to see her again one day, not to talk to her because I'd be too pussy but just to get a better look at her.