#1
part one
part two

you always used to take me places. one time you took me and Nick
in your big Ford F-250 to a warehouse with a colossal train set.
it was "As big as a house", you claimed. we stood and watched the trains go 'round as
you told us stories about when you used to work for a train company,
and how beautiful of creatures trains were.
My back hurt, and so did my feet. I was tired of standing.
you would name off the types of trains that went by,
and I would say "That's cool", and Nicks eyes stayed glued to his GameBoy.

another time you took me to a shooting range.
you preached about how unsafe guns were,
then handed me a little .22 rifle and helped me shoot a paper man in the forehead.
you wouldn't let me shoot your colt .45, though,
"maybe one day when you're big enough to kick my ass", you said.
"Okay, cool."
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black
#2
I've read the 3 parts. They're cool stories, but for now i didn't found that thing that make me "click" with the story. Maybe later it's isn't over yet ?
#3
It starts coming together in the next part.
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black
#5
i'm curios to see the next part. this wasn't my favorite of the series, tbh. i think it was the second one that i enjoyed most. they all share the same kind of narrator which is good, i want to see where you go with this. i'll keep reading. also, were this all written at the same time or are you posting them as you write them?
#6
I'm definitely waiting to the end to comment properly, but so far, I haven't felt anything at all in any of these pieces. Your saying sorry, fine, but I really couldn't care less. Hopefully that reason for caring will come soon.
#7
I'm working on being impressed, really I am, but you're on a roll with all the numbers: it's like a stockholders meeting at GM: .22 won't be good enough guys, go for the .45!