In Which I Admit My Frailty

Killing animals with guns never bothered me. I shot plenty of game when I was a kid. The trappings of hunting trips, however, made me flinch. The drinking and smoking didn't faze me, but I found listening to older men joking about women deeply disturbing. Even before I was ten years old I knew I'd always prefer the private affections of a girl to the rowdy kinship of a group of guys.