On the Edge

Today, for the third time in one month, I had a loaded shotgun barrel inadvertently pointed directly at my body. In all cases the shotgun was on the lap of some seated watchman, policeman, or otherwise security type hombre, whose intention was to rest comfortably with the weapon of choice for protection here. It is completely disconcerting to look down the barrel of a gun, even when it´s not directed at you intentionally, and it illustrates how close we are to the edge down here. One accidental pull of a finger is all it takes. Death feels close here. Painful accidents are a part of normal conversation. Regulation free and entirely too full of poor, hungry people, the Dominican Republic is the perfect place to live free and die easily.