What a waste of some
good bud. This trip has not been at
all what I’d hoped it would be when I agreed to come. We were attacked, my Jeep
was trashed, my clothes were shredded, my bammer got 86’d and Jemma was
sleeping with Knox. At least the rain’s let up. I groaned and moved towards my
tent as I continued picking the dirt out of my stash. I’d been able to square
away a Forty but the rest of the Ounce I brought was lost.
