Well, today my wallet just got a lot fatter. I had gotten a ring around 6pm from my buddy Rudy. Told me he was in need of some "goods" to help him get through all this shit-work his boss was throwing at him at this camp he's working. Of course, I was happy to help out...you can really hike up the prices on these goofs when they're desperate.
I met him by the lake at sundown, so nobody see us. After he left, I snuck into that camp and whoa...I need to think about being a counselor next summer. The babes there? Holy Christ. They're major. I've got my eye on a couple few of them. Gonna have to come up here again--soon. This one chick in the cabin, Tits like a sparrow. I think I heard one of them girls call her Amber. I'll see her again.
SUMMER CAMP '85 Journal entries from Camp Silver Bear counselors and campers. Relive their experiences of joy, ecstasy and horror at summer camp in the 80s.
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