Erik walks over to the side of the mountain, next to a small bush and grabs a grouse that he shot. I walk over to get a closer look.
“Hey, you got one! How’d you do that? I thought you were out of bb’s.”
“I am. I shot it with this.” He reaches down and pulls a nail out of the ruffed grouse’s head.
“Wow! Good shot. You hit head cheese!”
My name is Dana and my goal is to share the unconventional story of my teen years in a way that may make you cringe but also laugh. The chapters are intentionally short so that you can read "just one more" before you go to bed or a quick one before work or maybe a couple during your lunch break at work.