It started off in what appeared to be an accident.  One night, a white tail deer was trapped in a gun shop.  And it was all caught on security cameras.

A 10 point buck could be seen parading down the aisles of guns.  He slipped a bit, here and there (the floor was linoleum?).  But, he agile enough to move throughout the store, breaking display cases with his antlers and knocking down racks of guns with the weight of his body.

By the time the gun store owner and the two police officers arrived the deer had done some significant damage to the store.  He had smashed the front window (was he charging his reflection?).  He had urinated and shat all over the store. (was he scared?).  He had knocked over the ammunition safe; and, as the video confirmed, he broke open the black powder jugs with his head and mouth (what did it taste like? was it like a salt-lick?).

All three men, stood in the beams from the headlights — an SUV and police car — with guns in their hands.

In a moment, a local news crew was also beaming light into the shop.  The buck was pacing inside.  He was tired, and cut and bleeding from his body and his face.

The owner decided to go into the shop, against police advice, but, “sumpins’ gotta be done.”  He unlocked the door, propped it open.  Then, leading with his pistol, he slipped into the wreckage of the store.

A gun was fired, that much is clear.   The sound of a gunshot was caught by three cameras. The police officers heard it, both reported, preparing to react.  

The shot created a spark, which caused an explosion, then another, and then a much bigger fireball style explosion.  The buck sprang through the doorway and leap over the cop car, then over the local news camerawoman, and bounded off toward the fields, the woods, the mountains.

The gun shop was destroyed in an evening of explosions.

Police reports confirm, the owner’s gun was never fired.

There was young woman, oh, say 23, walking on the sidewalk past small buildings in a small town.  She was trying to find an address that wasn’t showing up in her GPS/Smartphone/Wristwatch thing.  She had to ask directions; but never having done so before, she did not know where to begin.

She first asked the sky, “Ahhhggggg!  Where is this fucking place?”

She then asked herGPS/Smartphone/Wristwatch thing, “Why are you so stupid?”

Then, she asked a homeless man, “Ooo, what is that smell?  Do you know even know the word, ‘shower’?”

She then asked young man, oh, say, 23, who was passing by.  She pushed her GPS/Smartphone/Wristwatch thing near his face, “Do you know where this place is?”  The passerby stopped, looked at the address on the display, then put the address into his phone.  The phone returned the message, “address not found.” He shrugged, showed her the phone’s display, and he said to her, “Sorry, Dude.”

“Well, what the fuck?”

“Totally.”

“It’s like it doesn’t even fucking exist.”

“Yeah.  Totally sucks to be you right now.”

He returned to looking at his phone, swiping the touch screen, while she went back to tapping on her  GPS/Smartphone/Wristwatch thing.

After two minutes of silence he said, “Hey, you wanna maybe hook-up sometime?”

She and he made eye contact.  It was a strange thing to do.  It was uncomfortable.  It was scary.  And after several seconds they looked away.

“Sure.” She said,  “Gimme, like, your phone number and I’ll text you.”

Then, she walked away alone, looking for the place that didn’t even fucking exist.