Comments on Dan Leo: “A Town Called Disdain”, Episode 82: loaded

All right, Anonymous: chances are I did talk about...

2008-07-12T18:19:00.000-04:00

All right, Anonymous: chances are I did talk about my day with the .45 before. If so, I can only beg your pardon.

Anon, don't worry, you've probably just slipped th...

2008-07-10T16:54:00.000-04:00

Anon, don't worry, you've probably just slipped through a warp in space and time. Either that, or: lay off the peyote!

I'm losing my mind--are Dan's and Kathleen's comme...

2008-07-10T14:03:00.000-04:00

I'm losing my mind--are Dan's and Kathleen's comments here from an earlier time? When I read them I thought I'd already heard the words before.

Anna has that calming effect on me, too, Manny.

2008-07-10T00:19:00.000-04:00

Anna has that calming effect on me, too, Manny.

Great God!The last post, I said the nuns made me n...

2008-07-09T22:22:00.000-04:00

Great God!
The last post, I said the nuns made me nervous.
Keep Arnold out of this serious weirdness.
I'm going to watch Anna Karina now to calm down.

My mother tells the story of how my parents and I ...

2008-07-09T19:28:00.000-04:00

My mother tells the story of how my parents and I were visiting friends of theirs when I was very little. Wandering around their house (and probably rummaging through drawers) I found a loaded pistol. I came back into the living room and, presumably thinking the gun was a toy, I pulled the trigger and put a hole through one of those old-fashioned metal-stand-up ashtrays. I don't recall the incident, but I wonder if I was aiming for the ashtray?

Hope's amazing! Standing up after Moloch kills her...

2008-07-09T17:02:00.000-04:00

Hope's amazing! Standing up after Moloch kills her horse like that. If Enid knows how to shoot that .45, maybe the Motorpsycho's are dead.

When I was six, my dad tried to teach me to shoot a .45. Brace yourself, he said, elbows in, it's got a big kick.

That kick sent me flying backwards and the gun's barrel left a goose egg on my forehead--made my mom mad. If I tried again, I don't remember. Firearms frighten me.