you can count me out.
I was working out at the gym last night and was yappin' with Stan, a pretty cool country boy who I talk to every now and then. Anyway, he invited me to hang out with him and his buddies this weekend on their camping trip where they'll also be target practicing with their new guns and drinking lots of beer.
I've lost count on how many levels of WRONG that entire situation is:
Deep woods+Alcohol+Firearms+Rednecks÷BLACK MAN= HELL NO.
Now I'm sure they're just a nice bunch of good ol' boys, but I'd rather not take the chance of being the "target", thank you very much.
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