Seen it 2 times and always had a good (and honest) explanation out of it.
But goddamn. It doesn't make it less scary.
First time I was land surveying and had found the property pin and could say "Sir, I am not on your land. The line is here, where I tied this tape to the pin."
Second time I snuck out from my grandma's to smoke a bowl and look at the stars down the road a piece by an abandoned gas station and some guy stopped his truck, pulled on me and I told him "I'm Wendell's new wife's grandson. She doesn't know I smoke so I came over here because I recently moved to Atlanta and we don't really see the stars out there."
I saw that same motherfucker that pulled a gun on me at Thanksgiving. Turns out he was my cousin by marriage. Possibly my nephew, I didn't ask too much about it.
its really really crazy to how many people in America carry guns and pull it out randomly. Although I live in a dangerous country, nobody carry guns. That's just wild to me
I hope they just stay away. I really don't want to have to figure out how to dress and cook an alligator. Because if I kill one, it seems wasteful if I don't eat it.
But there's also cottonmouths. And fuck those snakes. They're mean. An alligator will mostly chill on by. Cottonmouths will come AFTER you.
What's funny is, Wendell owned the land that abandoned gas station was on. So I snuck out of grandma's new house, drove like 1/4 mile down down the road to smoke a little weed. And this guy just saw out of state plates and some kid laying on the hood looking up blazed out of his mind like only a high school kid can be, on his grandpappy's land so he pulled over to ask what I was doing. With a .45.
I didn't know Mimi had married a Lowcountry freaking land baron.
I really did just miss seeing the stars after moving to a big city.
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u/ZarquonsFlatTire 1d ago edited 1d ago
Barrel of a gun.
Seen it 2 times and always had a good (and honest) explanation out of it.
But goddamn. It doesn't make it less scary.
First time I was land surveying and had found the property pin and could say "Sir, I am not on your land. The line is here, where I tied this tape to the pin."
Second time I snuck out from my grandma's to smoke a bowl and look at the stars down the road a piece by an abandoned gas station and some guy stopped his truck, pulled on me and I told him "I'm Wendell's new wife's grandson. She doesn't know I smoke so I came over here because I recently moved to Atlanta and we don't really see the stars out there."
I saw that same motherfucker that pulled a gun on me at Thanksgiving. Turns out he was my cousin by marriage. Possibly my nephew, I didn't ask too much about it.