I’m at camp waiting for Tom to return from a dinner-date with Bill and I quickly grow bored, seeking out Anthony Celona to do something dumb and moments later I strike gold. Anthony, a backwoods hick-youth, someone that I trust will someday be called Bubba and a nice woman with multiple sclerosis all sitting around a compound bow with a number of razor-tipped arrows wondering what said arrows could go through. I crossed fingers and cheered when I saw apples in the kitchen and while waiting for a grisly William Tell parody a responsible adult broke in with a Disney DVD ending my fun. I then walked to Memorial Lodge and subtly mocked Zack Kantner for not having shaved. I stopped once I found that Tom had accosted him for the same reason and I refuse to be follow in Tom’s footsteps.