So, as I graduated from high-school earlier this year, I was tossed into a company in construction. For the past 5 or 6 months, I worked and while i did enjoy it, it wasn't my thing, really. I want to stop and explore newer paths, but one thing that happened today was I was helping my coworker by holding up some metal, (some top track for those in the business) and he was shooting it in place with a pole gun. Essentially, it is a staff/pole with a small compressor on the end. Well, the reason it's called a pole gun is because it can get as loud as an actual gun, and I found out the hard way today. One moment, normal life, the ne-
PAOW
then an eerie silence, the only thing I can hear is a high-pitched note as the world slowly came back into my ears. Just like in the movies, but this was somewhat of a wake-up call to me.
Nothing much really after that, but I just wanted to share this story with yall.