deer season.

today i had to drive all the way to school with some asshole who had strapped two does to the back of his explorer. one had it's face rigored toward me with it's tongue lolled out and old blood at it's neck where the bullet wound was. the kill shot.

it's funny. i grew up climbing the trees my family would use to hang and gut the deer from. and now here i am, eating seitan and tofu. i don't mind the hunting, really i don't. i still train the dogs for pointing birds and trim the branches around the tree-strands, so as not to interfere with a clean shot when the moment is right. but there's something sweet about does that just shouldn't be violated.

and today, driving behind those poor dead mothers stacked on the back of a car, being treated as though they were worthless, all i could think of was this:

i spose if there's anything positive to say, i could say thank you LG Optimus commercial for allowing this sweet sweet melody to hitch a ride in my eardrums for the past few days. let it resonate with the red wine in my blood and with the outside murmurs of raindrops.