We all have one: a guilty pleasure, a vice, we reach for when times are tough. Cigarettes, booze, drugs, all that and so much more. Mine is more involved but far less toxic to my body.
Today is Saturday and I need to release some steam. This is my private shooting range on a very remote piece of land.
Two watermelons are lined up, the smaller one in front of the bigger one. I’m going to shoot only the bigger one from a quarter mile away. Unless I take my time, I’ll miss.
Breathing slows, the world disappears, squeeze.
Bullseye.
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