A couple of odd encounters with fearful hipsters took me back to my twelfth birthday. I was given my great-grandfather's double-barrel shotgun and allowed to wander the fields looking for something to shoot.
It was glorious, yet something I imagine the two young hipsters I met would be appalled by.
If you aren't getting a little dirty and a little stupid sometimes, you aren't living.
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