Journal Entry 005 {video}

[failedparenting]

[For the first few moments of the video, all that's visible is what looks like a little makeshift shooting range set up outside. It's the kind a kid who just got a BB gun for Christmas would set up, just a rail with some cans and bottle set up along it. Someone shoots down three bottles off the display, then John moves the camera to show his face. He looks like he hasn't slept in days and then got run over by a truck.]

Okay, here's the deal. It's pretty obvious by now that this place is a goddamn death trap just waiting to snap. And too many people are showing up unprepared. [In his humble opinion.] So, I'm gonna be offering free shooting lessons to anyone under 18. If you're over 18, you gotta provide your own weapon, but I'll take you.

[He's more worried about the kids, truth be told. Adults, they, but minors are...well. He's spent too long hunting to let kids just go on unprepared for things coming at them. It's not fair.]

There's one catch. You gotta prove to me that you're not gonna be stupid enough to blast a hole in your own foot before you can hit a target.

[That's fair, he thinks. He's not going to just put guns in kids' hands. Right away. Even Dean was seven before he let him shoot a real gun.]

And bring your own bullets.

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[fulllifeconsequences]

[That's... cute. Endearing, even. Absolutely adorable. Chara doesn't get treated like a kid that often. Tried as an adult. Punching above their weight. They can do it, so they push back a little now. See if it gets treated as a mouthy preteen trying to be bigger than they are. See if it gets treated as a warning.]

I learned the hard way.

The hardest damn way a person can learn.

[failedparenting]

[Well that's. Hm. That's not completely expected, to be honest. He's not taken aback, but hell, that's pretty heavy to be coming out of a child.]

You, ah.

You okay, kid?

[fulllifeconsequences]

I'm smiling, aren't I? I'm alive. All things considered, never been better.