Bang Bang

It was interesting going to the gun range yesterday, after I loosened up.

Who I was with had no idea what was going on in my head.

I didn't expect this, but when I first got there, the sound of the firing gave me a sureal flashback. I was in the waiting room, wondering if you were still alive, and imagining what you must've gone through that night.
I was terrified, horrified, of the worst possiblities. I felt like everyone wanted to know what was going on out of sheer wonder for the sake of gossip. How cheap, and how insensitive they were about your life. I just wanted to know that someone I loved was still breathing.