- Joined
- Jan 7, 2012
- Messages
- 520
- Reaction score
- 816
When I was 14 my dad was in Vietnam my mom and I lived in the swamps of Sneads Fla.. I was the first line of defense or so I thought. I shot into my wall with a 12 gauge pump shotgun with double 00 buck shot. On the other side of the wall was my mom’s closet, I killed ever-thing hanging in it. My mom thought I’d shot myself , when she found out I wasn’t dead she didn’t care about her cloths it scared the ever loving **** out of both of us.