11-16-2006, 06:54 PM
Never did the circle jerk.
At eleven, I made the jump from Cub to Boy Scouts blowing off the whole Weblo program. Most jump over at twelve. At camp you have to shower with other guys (over head shower heads with pull chains in the middle of an open space, just outside walls and clear sky) being the youngest didn't help. Dumb ass me starting pissing into the drain and one older guys yelled at me, so I pissed on him.
That didn't go over too well and really, really pissed him off, he ended up chasing me down in the camp site and trashed me with water balloons in retaliation.
Couple of days later one kid was fucking with my older brothers shit, dunking it in the fifty-five gallon fire bucket in the middle of the camp. I flipped out on him and started attacking the asshole. Four of the older guys were trying to hold me back, but I was thrashing like a psycho. He ended up crying in his tent till his dad who would die shortly thereafter of cancer, had to come and pick him up.
Also smoked weed for the first time that same year. It was amazing listening to Pink Floyd and laughing at nothing. This went on while our Scout Master was a NYPD detective in narcotics. At siesta time (12-2PM) he would assign tasks to do, clean the latrine, police (look for garage) the camp site, etc...for inspection by a bunch of Inspectors who award trophy for best whatever. I would always mange to slip out of these task sessions. The SM nicknamed me the Ghost, for my disappearing act. Thats when he started to single me out and hold on to the scruff of my neck while dishing out the jobs, I always ended up with the shit jobs.
After the chores and siesta was over and I'd be burnt, I was off to go sailing all afternoon.
At eleven, I made the jump from Cub to Boy Scouts blowing off the whole Weblo program. Most jump over at twelve. At camp you have to shower with other guys (over head shower heads with pull chains in the middle of an open space, just outside walls and clear sky) being the youngest didn't help. Dumb ass me starting pissing into the drain and one older guys yelled at me, so I pissed on him.
That didn't go over too well and really, really pissed him off, he ended up chasing me down in the camp site and trashed me with water balloons in retaliation.
Couple of days later one kid was fucking with my older brothers shit, dunking it in the fifty-five gallon fire bucket in the middle of the camp. I flipped out on him and started attacking the asshole. Four of the older guys were trying to hold me back, but I was thrashing like a psycho. He ended up crying in his tent till his dad who would die shortly thereafter of cancer, had to come and pick him up.
Also smoked weed for the first time that same year. It was amazing listening to Pink Floyd and laughing at nothing. This went on while our Scout Master was a NYPD detective in narcotics. At siesta time (12-2PM) he would assign tasks to do, clean the latrine, police (look for garage) the camp site, etc...for inspection by a bunch of Inspectors who award trophy for best whatever. I would always mange to slip out of these task sessions. The SM nicknamed me the Ghost, for my disappearing act. Thats when he started to single me out and hold on to the scruff of my neck while dishing out the jobs, I always ended up with the shit jobs.
After the chores and siesta was over and I'd be burnt, I was off to go sailing all afternoon.
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