heaven is a better place today

I did not want to stay at camp, the first time I went to camp.

I wanted to go to camp, mind. I had spent months pestering my parents about it. I had joined the Scouts because I thought you had to be a Scout in order to go to camp. I had absolutely no idea what camp entailed, but I knew that I wanted to go to camp.

And the day finally arrived, and my parents dropped me off—and the realization hit that I was expected to spend two whole weeks without them for the very first time in my very young life…and I did not want to stay at camp.
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don't mess around with Buffalo

we'll punch you in the head...

One of these days I will get around to writing about something that is actually happening in my life instead of just linking hockey-related things that catch my interest.

But today is not that day...

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