"You crazy bitch, I didn't take your coffee!"
"Yes you did and I just don't understand why you would STEAL," the woman's high pitched squeal echoed in the Carpentaria campground, much winey emphasis being placed on the last word in the sentence.
"I didn't steal anything! You bought a shit ton of food last night and the raccoons are gonna come and take everything and if I didn't put the meat and shit in the box then they would have eaten it all you crazy woman you."
The reply was from the man of the group, his name was Bruce. I know this because I helped him and the two ladies he was with, set up a seven person tent that they found in the garbage. There was a reason that the tent was thrown away -- and it caused much discussion and anger between the group when poles were broken and Velcro became undone.
"I just don't understand why you would do such a thing and steal my tent and-"
The loud cigarette ridden scream of the third woman of the group, Linda, delivered itself with fury from the tattered tent. Bruce, hearing the howl of doom, raised his hands to the sky in an act of prayer and started walking in the opposite direction from the conflict.
"THIS TENT AINT YOUR TENT ITS MINE"
"NO IT'S NOT, I found it in the garbage and he steals my coffee and you are so mean and-"
"YOU. ARE. SO. DUMB YOU KNOW THAT. EYE FOUND THE TENT. AND EYE SET IT UP. AND YOU ARE SO STUPID TO THINK THAT ITS YOURS. BECAUSE IT'S NOT IT'S MINE. (note: because of Linda's limited lung capacity, her screams were punctuated with her taking a large breath -- therefore, the periods in this sentence were her loudly sucking air through her toothless mouth.)
"Man, I wish I brought my board with me. These waves are so gnarly."
Bob used to be a buyer at auctions, kicked some serious ass. He was flipping money all over LA and ended up with over $2000 extra to spend a week. Rocking out at strip clubs and casinos, Bob was having a driver take him everywhere, working four days out of the week, then partying the other three. Then he ended up biting off more than he could chew with work, and started smoking crystal meth. He's been sober for three years now, and lives an easy life selling bottles and cans that he collects, working, and surfing. I heard more laughter than words coming from his mouth, and he really seems happy and appreciative of things that he sees and finds.
He was telling me about his lady, and how they met in the campsite.
"She was more stoked to have sex than I was, dude"
"I know right, dude. Killer."
New post coming soon, stay stoked!