I went camping with Robert this past weekend and we went through all of this wood in about five hours, thanks mostly to Greg being a pyromaniac. It’s good to know at 30 years old it’s still acceptable to be childish and trying to build the biggest fire possible. Was there really a point to it being so big? No. It wasn’t even cold outside, and half the night most of us were complaining because it was so damn hot.

But we still had fun.

We didn’t do a lot of hiking or fishing (except for maybe 30 minutes, Robert did it most of the time, I didn’t even pick up a reel for fear of getting a ticket for unlicensed fishing) but we did a lot of sitting around and acting like jackasses. We were supposed to be quiet after 10pm, but that lasted for all of 15 minutes until Greg started yelling, “GOD BLESS AMERICA!” at the top of his lungs. The white trash family a few sites down chipped in for a while but eventually fell asleep. Luckily their children riddled with ADD didn’t come over and shoot us with their BB guns in the middle of the night because we definitely got exponentially louder as the night went on.

After the fire started to die down around midnight and the wood was running short, Greg made one last attempt to keep the firing running until morning.

Luckily he didn’t fall on his ass, because he was about 20 feet off the ground at one point.  Unluckily we didn’t get anymore wood, so we had to ration for the next few hours until most of us got too tired inebriated and eventually passed out in our individual tents.

I think I’ve seen the future of myself and my friends in my brother and his own group of friends, and I feel the future is looking good.  I can only hope to stay as close as he’s been with his high school friends…

Even though Greg does like to show everyone his mangina.