Going down to the river with the cousin.

It has been bittersweet living with an injury that could have been avoided if the cousin would have shot the gun the other way. We were too young to have access to the gun. We were 13 years old. His dad bought him a 22 caliber rifle at ten years old and a 4/10 shotgun not too long after, so at a young age he was exposed to guns. When he was a kid he thought he knew everything, so he thought he could get away with what he was doing and his dad wouldn’t notice.

He went inside his dad’s truck and retrieved the gun that he shot me in the head with.

I didn’t know back then, that that decision to go down to the river would change my life forever. I am permanently disabled because of the decision. I should have stuck to my gut and not gone down to the river with the cousin because I live with consequences of that night, will haunt me forever. I walk with a gimp and my left arm doesn’t function.

Thank goodness I can still work and play drums and write lyrics and sing a little because without that. I would go insane in this body.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone and thank you for reading.