Once upon a time there was a little boy named Olay. He lived in the middle of nowhere in a place called lime county. Olay had many friends and was way into music. He went to school at middle school and had a webpage called Crazylund. It was a popular webpage and in the three months it was alive it had accumulatated over 800 hits. Olay was a very happy camper until one day. That day he realized that life was catching up to him. Olay thought that he could remain a kid forever. But he was wrong...oh so wrong.
Olay's friends started acting like grown-ups before they should. They thought grown up thoughts and did grown-up things. Only Olay knew that they had a life time to be grown-up and only so little precious time to be a kid. Every year it was harder for Olay to be a kid. He started dating and doing more and more grown up things. This stage in Olay's life was coming to an end and Olay knew it. So Olay did a drastic thing. He decided that his website was going to become a place for the kids in all of us. He knew that one day he would find his website he created as a kid and he would remember the happy times he had before his childhood came crashing down.
Some twenty years later Olay, the adult, was searching the internet. He was bored so he typed in his name. He noticed a link to a website that seemed vaguely familiar. He went to that website and he remembered. He remember merri-go-rounds and ice cream. He remembered saturday nights when he used to stay up late. And the more and more he remembered the more and more he came to miss his lost childhood. And the more he missed it the more he remembered. After remembering almost everything about his childhood Olay took the gun he kept in his drawer and looked at it. But then he realized that it is no good to pine over things that are lost. So Olay threw the gun out the window.
That gun fell from Olay's 12 story apartment and it fell and it fell. As it neared the ground a hobo looked up and it hit that hobo on the head. That hobo died. And thats all I have to Say about that.
And the moral of the story is...One mans gun could kill some one with out even trying because it always seems like hobos die out first.