2002 Journal Entries
From a journal entry May 19, 2002:
I would like to receive a paycheck for existing. Is it not work to exist? All this breathing and eating and moving around surely should merit some form of compensation. I suppose that existing is a paycheck onto itself. Damn this minimum wage.
July 10, 2002:
I like songs and would like to buy a book about songwriting. Not sissy songwriting about rainbows or itsy-bitsy things, but about lust and hate and disorder. About pain and love and debauchery. Thinking about this makes me want to throw a chair out the window.
August 5, 2002:
Here today I sit in the Wisconsin north woods after a day of fishing and shooting. I had never shot a gun before today, and I look forward to doing it again. It combines the pleasure of throwing a baseball with the adrenaline of starting a dangerous fire. Guns are mindless killing devices, but (and?) they are awfully fun.
I would like to receive a paycheck for existing. Is it not work to exist? All this breathing and eating and moving around surely should merit some form of compensation. I suppose that existing is a paycheck onto itself. Damn this minimum wage.
July 10, 2002:
I like songs and would like to buy a book about songwriting. Not sissy songwriting about rainbows or itsy-bitsy things, but about lust and hate and disorder. About pain and love and debauchery. Thinking about this makes me want to throw a chair out the window.
August 5, 2002:
Here today I sit in the Wisconsin north woods after a day of fishing and shooting. I had never shot a gun before today, and I look forward to doing it again. It combines the pleasure of throwing a baseball with the adrenaline of starting a dangerous fire. Guns are mindless killing devices, but (and?) they are awfully fun.
Labels: 2002
posted by JMH | 10:02 PM
2 Comments:
I can say this here because no one out here knows me. When I took my hunter's ed class (to go bow hunting with my husband), I had to shoot a rifle as part of the test. I'm anti firearm in real life, but what an adrenalin rush!
PS - Michele sent me.
The first time I shot a gun, it was a simple Mauser .22 rifle. A cap gun, of sorts. The second time I shot a gun, it was an Uzi. I set it on automatic and unloaded a clip into the target.
I've never been a huge fan of guns, but I, too, derived a visceral thrill from the experience. Talk about pure power. It kinda frightened me.
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