This River

Though I’ve consumed a fifth of Smirnoff over the course of the afternoon, I don’t feel drunk, and I walk steadily up the stairs to our bedroom.  I grab my wallet off the dresser so I can be identified.  I grab my keys and go to the closet.  In the corner, behind the shirts and pants my wife has washed and neatly hung for me, are several long-range hunting rifles I inherited from my father, but I choose his Remington twelve gauge.  I am a believer in the definitive power of the shotgun.”

-James Brown, This River: A Memoir

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