Confession #31:One year my brother and I went deer hunting. Our father, for some reason, would not let us use his mountain house and we had to get rooms at a local motel. The second day of the trip we decided to drive to his house. Since no one was there we decided it was a good idea to get a little target practice on the back of his precious fucking house. I’m guessing between the two of us we put about 30 bullet holes in his house.
