Bang Bang You’re Awake

A gunshot woke me up this morning at 5:30am. At least, it sounded like a gunshot. My bedroom wall faces my neighbor’s driveway, with about 20-25 feet separating our houses.

I got up and had a shower, thinking what I should do:

  • Check the basement under our bedroom: maybe the cat knocked something over.
  • Walk outside by the bedroom wall to see if anything could’ve caused the bang.
  • Check on my neighbor to see if they’re still alive.

The only thing I ended up doing was writing this post about it.

Maybe I dreamt it.

I Have A Gun

crosman 357 pellet gunA pellet gun. It’s a Crosman 357. It takes CO2 cartridges. I found it in my garage while cleaning last weekend. It’s my Dad’s, but he nor Phillip want it.

pellet gun co2 cartridgesIf any of my friends want it, contact me; otherwise, I’m going to try to sell it publicly. If it doesn’t sell, I’lll give it to the RCMP.

A couple of years ago I stumbled on old ammunition my dad had from his hunting days, which I brought to the local RCMP station for disposal.

I hate guns. I almost blew Phillip’s head off with a shotgun once. Maybe that has something to do with it.