On This Day in Pittsburgh History: February 19, 1968
Man, I don’t give a shit, Mr. Rogers was a badass!
You know how scents have the strongest attachment to memory?
Gunpowder is a strong, familiar scent that almost boarders comforting.
Probably because the only time my dad had anything to do with me was when he was teaching me to use a gun/hunting with me.
So, I guess you could say, the smell of gun smoke/powder is sorta like a hallucinant
-a reminder that sometime, a long, long time ago, I had a dad