Afterglow 2014 - Day 2 Sunday

While I was trying to shiver out the damage I did to my body, Mom, Brandon and Jenny exercised their minds with a highly competitive game of Scrabble. I was sweating out the toxins, but we all know that it is important to break a mental sweat as well.

Man did we rage hard yesterday. If it wasn't for all the pictures me and the Moms took, I doubt that I would remember any of it. When I woke up this morning I was going through some wicked withdrawals and had the chills, so I blanketed up. Like a Granny.

This was Pinkman's (if I didn't make it clear before, Pinkman is Stacy's boyfriend Jessie) last day at Afterglow, so we also had to rage like it was our last. It didn't matter if it was cloudy and seemingly in the 60s; we would rage. He had to work for the week so he only came up for a night. What kind of racket is that? Who does that? I'm not one to judge, but that is ridiculous. So while Pinkman and Stacy goofed off on the log and BK stood around topless, I took selfies with my rage shades. S0 it was just another day at Afterglow.

You don't know what it is like to wait an entire year to get up here only to have the weather not comply with your plans and dreams. We wanted to spend every moment of every waking hour out in the lake, but if there is one thing that I've learned about your plans and dreams it's that the Man Upstairs doesn't really care about them. He's going to do whatever he wants, so damn your plans and dreams. That's why you make the best of it. And when all else fails, you rage. All day, every day. Until the wheels fall off.

We don't let the weather bother us. I don't care what Mother Nature is throwing at me, I'm going swimming no matter what happens damn it. I'm lucky there are a couple characters as awesome/stupid as me who understand the importance of this moment. Kevin, Pinkman and Tommy joined me up on the HD while BK snacked and Stacy hijacked my camera. It's time to get used to this kind of things folks. You'll be seeing more.

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A man of faith retreats to a church and calls it his sanctuary. Good for him. Go with God, Father. Our sanctuary is the HT. Sure the HT and KK are great. Don't get me wrong pal. I'm not knocking them in any way. It's just that there is a little too much rage at those places to consider it, "any place of refuge; asylum." We sometimes get real silly in the HT as evidence by these pictures here or in years past, but I promise you this is rather mild compared to the other places we frequent. This is a sanctuary by default only. Deal with it.