The Day I almost walked
So a sunday not to long ago I had the urge. This was not an unusual urge, but never felt in this manner before. After I woke up I almost went down the the barn to grab my M44 and a hundred rounds, along with a sleeping bag and some matches.I wanted so badly to walk, walk deep into my deep hills and not come back. To shoot what ever I pleased and not come back. To get out of my hole of a life and just be where I loved.
Some times I thank God for unanwserd prayers.
posted by Yamhill @ 5:31 AM
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