Marc woke up. He was off for a few days. He packed his bag and made sure he had his siddur, talit and tefilin. He was having issues with his religion. But wants to believe. He knew he had to strengthen himself. And break away from Alana and Jen. It’d probably never happen. But he had to try.
He jumped into his car and rode up to camp. It was the winter. The place was desolate. He was unsure if he’d break into a cabin that had heat. Or sleep in his old leanto. Wisely he chose his leanto. He built a huge fire.
It always depressed him that the camp was closed. The precious buildings he grew up in were ashes. He and Alana slept with each other here numerous times over a long weekend. That was around the time idiots burned down those buildings. Technically it wasn’t arson. But in his mind it was. He and Alana went swimming in Rock Lake, the Delaware and Ten Mile Rivers. They sipped a lot of Genny Cream Ale and munched on Freihoffers. They blasted R.E.M., Depeche Mode, U2 and the Clash. They were the only ones in the water. They held each other so tight. Marc remembered when they stripped down and jumped in.
That was long ago. But now he’s here to mediate. He went to where the latrine used to be and found the tip pan. That’s all that was left. There were a few deer roaming through. But what shocked him most was grazing right near the tip was a buffalo.
He thought this was weird. But then he remembered a scout from years ago. He used to spend most of his time on his latrine seat. And for some reason, he only talked about buffaloes.
Marc pet the animal. He felt a connection. Lights from above shined down on him. This was the spiritual escape he needed. He wanted to swim. But the lake was frozen. He jumped onto of the buffalo and went for a ride. He felt his muscles get stronger. He knew he could top Alana next time they faced each other. But he still had no clue what to do with Jen. He didn’t want to hurt her. But maybe he had to rid himself of her.
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