Sandy trails to nowhere, campfire, coolers, dry heat, river bank, loose dirt, quarter mile, ethereal relationships, fist fights, cop cars, and bricks.

Stereo, beer pong, winning shot, far too much smoke, far too much haze, and kool-aid. Evasion, running, screaming, laughing, and terror.

Road trips on country roads without destination, Joe’s pizza, and serious lack of responsibility.

These are a few of my favorite things. School is officially underway. We lost the fucking cooler. Opps.