
No photoshop! I took this with my little cell phone in the pool.

I learned that before my stepfather blew his brains out, he fired off 30 rounds around the house in the most bizarre random places. He shot up the fridge for example. There's all these shattered or warped parts of the fridge.
The most shocking thing is that no one in the neighborhood called anybody, yet they did when he killed himself. In a moment of insanity, 30 rounds. A lot of loud noise. No reactions. The one final shot? 911.
Though I'm not saying that I think the neighbors could've prevented the final act, I just find them creepy. I know I would've made a call had I heard all of those rounds.

I am still hard at work swimming and reading everyday. This time I remember my sunscreen and remembered to take dirty pictures.


Current reading is Pamela Des Barres' Take Another Little Piece of My Heart
Current song I cannot get out of my head is:

and current temperature is

get-back-in-the-pool.












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