And now I remember the talk of the shooting. The talk of some kid somewhere who caught the wrong end of a bullet. The talk of the police. The talk of excessive force. The talk of Black lives mattering, and Blue Lives mattering, and All Lives mattering. Now I remember the pundits and politicians. The talk show hosts and celebrities. The presence of this always. Now I remember all the screaming, and crying, and rallying, and arguing, and the memes and the thoughts and prayers, and the talks of regulation and investigation, and the bumper stickers, and gun rights laws. Now I remember it all.
