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My ex was a big hunter. He was always goin’ off with his buddies. So I said to him one time, “Take me” and after some complaining he did. So I got out there in the forest with this big, hunky shotgun and I fired at a deer. Hit it dead on.

So I went over to this thing and I leaned down and this deer looked up at me with these eyes. These eyes like flashlights. I knelt beside it and I held its head and I whispered “I’m sorry.” Then like batteries going bad the light in his eyes flickered a little bit and went out.

For the next two years that we were married every time I walked into the den I had to stare at that fucking deer’s dead eyes. I had to dust them. When we got divorced that’s all I asked for, the deer’s head. I buried it.