16Feb/11Off
Normal Camping for Some, Pain and Minor Mutilation for Me
I’d be lying if I had an accurate date for when this happened. I couldn’t have been more than 19 years old when a bunch of us went camping at Oka Park with the subtle and attainable goals of getting sloppy drunk and setting things on fire. Over the years I usually try to go camping for a single night with buddies at least once during the summer and it’s always a pretty good time. This particular trip was the first time I’d gone with friends and I would be reminded of it forever whenever someone looks at my back.