I Found A Bullet In The ForestMay 25, 2011
Now I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t own a firearm. Maybe I could sell it to a hillbilly so he can hunt varmint for his supper … there’s a skinny white kid who wears saggy trousers and a sideways baseball cap in my neighbourhood; he could carry it around and be all gangsta with it. Or I could make it into a necklace so punks know not to mess with me.
I don’t know why this is keeping me up at night, but it is. I have this 30-calibre slug sitting here, a little on the grimy side, and I can’t think of what to do with it.
I found it while walking along a trail with a local politician; he pocketed a handful, because there was quite a pile. Later, he said we should start a bonfire and toss them in to see what happens … man, politicians are weird.
Then again, I took the time to tell you about this.