With most of the younger b o y s at the rec center, we opted for some beers. “Where ya goin Matthew”? Indian sex Peaking my head out of the doorway of the tent, I could smell coffee. He got jizz on us, all over the sleeping bags, shit—he even hit Andre in the face”. “Aight—just keep it quite—that’s why Ray and Clay left”. Sitting down at one of the tables, the wind has died down, just the rain. I pour up some coffee, then into the supply tent for some pop tarts. DAMM Johnny blows every fuckin where ! “Ya—we better get a crew and start setting up the canopy”. Finally Johnny comes up, right—and just says ‘fuck me’. After eating, and the canopy now up, the wind had picked up more, and a light drizzle had started. “Ya—I was afraid you were gonna say that”. “What about nite watch, Matthew”? “Then what happened”? It was a bit chilly, so Kelso and me actually crawled IN our sleeping bags, lol. Im pretty sure it’s 10”, like he claimed”. Once assembled, it was about 20 X 20 feet. Instant roof ! Nobody saying anything. Blankenship and me, and a couple others decided to try some cards, if the wind didn’t blow them away, lol.
