Toting Guns and Going Shirtless

I still talk to probably only one person I went to high school with, and even then, it’s only when I’m back home, and all we do is smoke, eat snacks, and watch cartoons.  Coincidentally enough, she has the same name and birthday as my boyfriend.  Quite the talking point.  

Usually the only times I hear about anyone are when my parents read in the local newspaper that someone I once knew was arrested or died or something.  I’m friends with a fair number of them on Facebook, but that really provides little to no information about what they are up to—all that ever comes up about someone I knew in Silver City in my newsfeed is some sort of quiz result.  All that quiz result shit ONLY comes from people I knew back in New Mexico, rarely from anyone else.  Not only do they take these quizzes and send me all kinds of ridiculous invitations to also find out what kind of romantic flower I am or what kind of girlfriend I am or what shoe I would be if I were a sho, they comment on their quiz results.  Lots of “LOLZ” and references to copious amounts of beer consumption are usually involved in these comments.

My new favorite trend on Facebook among my high school friends is their affinity for posting pictures of themselves (usually the guys, but there are a few girls too) wearing wifebeaters (or no shirts at all) and shooting guns in a field.  There are usually a few guns in each picture too—an assortment of rifles, shotguns, and handguns.  I think this trend has been building up for a few years now, and it’s probably pretty consistent throughout the country, but San Francisco has made me soft.  I know longer find decaying crackheads screaming about blood and shit in the gutters or lesbians dry humping (scissoring?) in a public park at 2 p.m. on a Sunday shocking, but I feel compelled to call Tayler over to share my amazement and dismay when I see some pictures of old family friends enjoying an afternoon shooting and drinking.  What have I come to?  I do think it’s pretty weird though, even weirder than the pictures of people’s newborn babies.