Afterglow 2005 - Day 7
This is some broken down shack of some sorts. It has doors on it and some of the glass is busted out. If I was homeless, I'd be embarrassed to call this place my home. Then again, if this was my home, then I wouldn't be homeless and then I'd be better off than I was before.
A local underground artist has been making a name for himself on the broken down buildings of downtown Phelps, which is quickly becoming overrun with graffiti of this type. Vacationing tumor expert Detective John Kimble informed us that it was just a headache, even after suggestions that maybe it was a tumor. Screaming loudly with his neck muscles tightening up, he bellowed, "IT'S NOT A TUMOR!!"
Tim likes hanging out with all of this broken stuff. I think he has a weird fascination with it that includes the dream of being able to reassemble it and build his own factory to produce musical instruments for the underpaid and underprivileged. Mainly, he just wants to do something that doesn't involve working for the man every night and day.
This was the one that got us in trouble with the law. I wanted to remove the evidence from the scene of the crime, but I didn't want to risk getting my fingerprints on it. I was already in enough trouble as it was, I didn't need any more...
Upon the arrival of the local fuzz, many of us were forced to abandon our original plans of walking home and instead run blindly though the woods pictured here. It looks safe now, but that night I'd rather take my chances with the law.
We returned to Afterglow to find Uncle Dan and Uncle Dale involved in a high stakes game of tennis. The winner would be crowned ruler of Cabin #1 for an entire year, seeing as this would be the last match until July of 2006.