I have lived in Texas for three years now and in those three years I have had many new experiences. Many of these experiences were things I never expected (or in one case, wanted) to do in my life. I've gotten lost in the city and the country. I've had a devil of a time understanding local pronunciations (i.e. Guadalupe Street is locally pronounced "Gwah-dah-loop"). I've walked through cow fields and come face to face with cowboys and truckers and run into more critters than I care to mention. I've worked on vehicles of multiple shapes and sizes, including a pickup truck, and actually managed to fix something. I've come face to face with a horse who weighed about six times as much as I do. I've learned to change a tire and gas and I've even learning how to mow the lawn. This week I can add another thing to my list of things I never thought I would get to do in this life time.
That's right people, I now know how to fire a gun. Alter your travel plans as necessary.
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