So the last day of the camp the voices say you gave people handjobs at the pool.
And the first day of the camp you were being raped by some radio man and someone left the girls cabin to tell me to say your name.
My memory of this time is hazy, and this is really hard to believe.
All I know is I couldn’t go into the pool on doctors orders, I had a toe infection so I watched on the hill by the shore.
Still, I was blogging on xanga (Authentic_Black_Dragon) long before this trip.
It doesn’t add up.
It’s like this life, meeting you, was all planned to begin with, by the church, and I’m not certain I want to believe that.