Y2K circa Springtime

My senior year of high school a group of my friends and I all went camping over a long weekend. Initially it was a lot of fun and we were all pretty stoked just to be there and  able to enjoy the freedom that comes with being a teen away from their parents. By the last night though things weren’t nearly as cool. We were tired. We were bored. Some of the kids on the trip were doing way more work gathering wood than others. Some of the kids who had ran out of beer were bumming off the ones who brought extra. I think more than anything though we were just sick of the same shit night after night. One dude thought it would be funny to piss in a beer bottle and see if anyone drank it. There were a lot of us that knew what he was doing but when this other kid come over and grabbed what had been his beer, no one said anything. We knew it was piss though. But no one said anything because we were either laughing too hard to talk, speechless and in shock that it was happening, or just too afraid to say anything because the guy who pissed in the bottle to begin with was popular. Anyway, right before this poor kid goes to take a drink of the piss, someone yells not to and bats it from his hand. And thank God he did too! I was one of the one of the quieter kids off in the corner mumbling inaudibly that I thought it was a bad idea. But I sadly just covered my eyes as he grabbed the beer and joined the campfire. That kid almost drank piss you guys.  And if he had he would be gotten sick, felt bullied, and gone home told on all of us for drinking on the camping trip. We all would have been so fucked. But we weren’t because he didn’t drink piss because someone decided to jump in at the last second and knock the piss out of his hand. My point is that Trump is to America what drinking piss would have been to a bunch of teenagers.

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