What an odd species us humans are.

 I took advantage of a lazy Sunday and spent the majority of the day on the couch watching random things on t.v. Rotting my brain, yes but also I suppose I should have picked out something a little more uplifting, but instead decide to watch something on god knows what channel, I think it was “E!” entitled “Going Postal-25 acts of Violence”   I caught it somewhere around 21 I guess which happened to be the story of a nice, normal looking guy that killed several people at an investment agency because he kept losing money. At his own fault mind you, not that this would make any difference or jusify the deaths of those innocent people. It kept going down the list, some of them I remember vividly watching live on the tube (circa Columbine and Virginia Tech)…There was one about a man on a subway who sat in the very back and proceeded to take out a gun and start shooting people at random in the back of the head. They let this same man represent himself in trial and refer to himself in the third person while he asked all of the eye-witnesses and family members of the victims questions about the event..as if he were actually innocent. Why would the law allow such a thing? This caused a debate between Kenneth and I when I reffered to our law as being severely “flawed”..He didn’t agree and proceeded to tell me this a country founded on principles that everyone is entitled to a trial, blah blah, and that the law treats everyone equally..Meanwhile, O.J. Simpson is playing golf somewhere. Apparently there was another guy who got killed by Charles Whitman on the UT Tower that was merely sitting outside him dorm building eating a sandwich, over half a mile away from the actual tower..Why do these things happen? Such injustice. And who is to blame? What came first, the chicken or the egg? What came first, guns or people crazy enough to kill the innocent with them?  I happen to live in a state where owning a gun is not only encouraged, but gun control of any sort is highly looked down upon. And now I am torn. Is there any solution? I am admittidly simple-minded when it comes to these things, but I seriously doubt when they wrote in the constitution that everyone has a right to bear arms, that their kids were shooting each other in school and so on, etc… And for what?  Were we too lazy as humans to hunt our food down bow and arrow style like the natives? We needed to come up with something much more effective. Much more deadly. Much more..american.

 Last year in England, whose gun control laws are some of the scrictist in the world, there were 4 deaths by shooting. Presently in America, there are approximately 30 deaths by shooting every day. And everyone profits and continues to promote our right to bear arms..And maybe we should..if only to protect ourselves from all the crazys around that are also allowed to have them. And besides, where else would we get things to base countdown shows on ‘E!’ from?

I drive by that house at least a few times a week. It’s almost completely redone now. I kind of always just imagined it sitting there old and broken, and eventually destroyed and rebuilt, much like the surrounding property. It looks bounds and leaps different from what we used to reside in. Maybe it’s finally the way my dad had always imagined it..Oh, but was he ever in over his head. It was one of those things in your life, sort of like a bad relationship..where you know it will eventually fall through and you never really imagine a real future with it..This is how I felt about the house, and never one to dissapoint, my dad made sure this was an accurate prediction.
 I think it took him a record breaking 7 odd months to finish the roof. Considering his lifestyle, this was actually quite impressive. He always meant well and come to think of it, used to recite the phrase “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”  What insight. Although I never remember him saying what the road to heaven was paved with..
 A few most likely meth induced weeks later, he had finished an entire room. He did it up with fancy ceiling lights and all. They celebrated and rented a whole room’s worth of swanky leather furniture, and the biggest t.v. we had ever been in possesion of. All of a sudden, we remembered civilization and lived it up watching cable and enjoying the cool breeze of the window unit. Classy. At least an improvement from the ridiculously small for 4 people travel trailer. There was hope yet.. And 6 or so months later the furniture was repossessed.
 We actually lived in the house a good few years though I found excuses to rarely be there. This time when mom left him, it was a sigh of relief and we moved into a cozy apartment.  I had my own room again which was a forgotten luxury. I never stepped inside that house again.
 And there it is. All shiny and done up, and I’m sure the fancy ceiling lights have been replaced with something even more extravagant. But the roof is the same one my dad layed with his own two hands.. There seem to be pieces of my past scattered randomly about this little town..I wonder if I’d miss them should I ever move to the bigtime. There are some of  them that I’d rather forget.