day 5 - a song that makes you sad.
I guess I've got ancient history on the brain. Back in Boston I grew up in JP or Jamaica Plains, a borrow of Boston. I remember laying awake at night. Sometimes you could hear pistol shots in the off the corridors of apartments. At the time I didn't know what the sound was - it wasn't until years later in Michigan that I connected the popping sound to the sound of a pistol. The retort is much quieter in the din of a city then in the lane of a shooting gallery.
I guess I've got ancient history on the brain. Back in Boston I grew up in JP or Jamaica Plains, a borrow of Boston. I remember laying awake at night. Sometimes you could hear pistol shots in the off the corridors of apartments. At the time I didn't know what the sound was - it wasn't until years later in Michigan that I connected the popping sound to the sound of a pistol. The retort is much quieter in the din of a city then in the lane of a shooting gallery.
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