triplezipper

I guess I missed a day in the journal. I went camping last night. I warmed myself by a fire in a ring of bricks. I roasted sausages, and marshmallows and drank beer. I plinked around on the guitar for a while. I finally snuggled up in a tent and was just about to fall asleep when the owner of the tent had enough of me eating his food, drinking his beer, and abusing his guitar. Maybe he thought I was going to take advantage of him while he slept. Wishful thinking.