I got a hold of an old colt 1911 and a box of ammo when I was about 15. Went through it shooting out of a garage. Ear's have rang ever since.

Coupled with some scar tissue from ear infections and tubes, and generally being an idiot about ear protection, the hearing ain't what it's supposed to be.

I make my kids wear muffs when they ride on the mower with me.

“Life is life and fun is fun, but it's all so quiet when the goldfish die.”