So I went back to my hometown after several years. While it's a small town in Tennessee, I never really noticed how beautiful the countryside was when I was a little kid. Just not something you really pay attention to, you know? Everything was going pretty well until we almost fucking killed some people.

Long story short, my stepmom, my dad, Deagle and I went out to the old property (where I was born) to go shooting. My dad still owns all of the property, which is several acres, and there are a number of "no trespassing - private property signs" around. People legally are supposed to stay out. So we're shooting into this dirt burm, and occasionally we hear "whoooah!" We figured it was some golfers on the land behind us yelling because we were messing up their shots. We're like, we don't give a googly-goddamn about their shots, that golf course borders the property and we have every right to be here! Again, I hear "whoooah!" a little louder. I say sounds like someone's getting a littler closer. So, Deagle fires off the my stepmom's pistol into a target after I get rid of my casings. Then we hear "whoa whoa, quit shooting, there are horses out here!" I look at dad, who's like "...there aren't any horses on my property anymore..." And lo and behold, two guys on horses wander in right where we had been shooting. Main guy's all smiles, saying "excuse us, we're lost! How do we get to the main road?" Second guy looks hella rattled and says "we run the equine training place across the road." We say "sorry about that, glad we didn't kill anyone, thought it was the golfers getting mad at us or something" and direct the guys to the road. After they're gone, dad says "they weren't lost. If you live across the road, you probably know the area. And you PROBABLY know that you're trespassing on private property." So, we were pretty sure that they were used to riding through that forest all the time, while trespassing, and figured they oughta lie to make sure they get out alive.

Lucky for them, I can't shoot for shit.

So, what else have I been doing:

-Agreeing to proofread a videogame script by a black videogame designer
-I was interviewed about what it's like being a black nerd/horror fan in a primarily white-centered world
-Playing a LOT of videogames
-Talking with my bosses about the gaming database
-Reading up about gaming psychology/game research
-Shadowboxing
-EKGs, stress tests, blood work - all that crap
-Researching therapists
-Wistfully looking at houses so that we can move out of apartments forever
-Co-dealing with insurance after some moron rear-ended the car in February
-Training a new editor at work
-Trying to make a decision on sterilization methods/date
-Doodling...badly

At that's mostly it. Aside from trying to avoid my mother-in-law, who is the most over-bearing, "I won't listen to anyone unless I get my way" woman I have ever met.

For the most part, things are alright. I don't have any major responsibilities outside of the normal bills/pets/job stuff, and it's nice to be able to sleep in on the weekends. Hurray for adulthood.

It would be nicer, though, if that goddamn ostrich baby upstairs would stop literally screaming next to the vents, though.

Maybe I should update this thing more often. Feels nice to write out thoughts and whatnot.

--MAMA I ALMOST KILLED A MAN--