The Calling

Oh, so, I forgot to talk about my experience this year being a camp counselor for Suttle Lake, as I do every summer.

It was a blast. Smaller than most years, but still fun.

There are really only two things of note though, that I feel I ought to mention for the record.

1) I was in the same cabin I was in last year, which, for those who know, was the same cabin I was in 4 years ago, when Liesl was a CIT, and we were still together. She, as a reminder of her love, wrote "I love you, *heart* Liesl" in chalk on the bunk I was staying in, so when I went to bed, I could see it before falling asleep. And, like last year, the note is still there.



2) Apparently I have "The Calling". Bert is positive that I need, need to go to seminary and become a member of the clergy. I wanted to look at him and laugh, but, I took the compliment for what it's worth. What am I supposed to say to that? "Bert, the clergy wouldn't know what to do with me. I have my dick pierced and a raging coke addiction."