Afterglow 2014 - Day 2 Sunday

 

 

Even though Satan's muscle was out patrolling the waters for their next victim, we all decided that it was time for a swim. But Brandon was the only one who brought along protection. Nice try pal. Like a couple of foam noodles can fend off the Devil's cronies.

 

The spawns of Satan don't care if it is night or day. They will come out of the depths of the nether world at any time to harass us and capture our souls for the Dark Lord. If you think that loons are innocent, then I implore you to look at the hell fire in their eyes.

 

 

I document nearly everything that I do in my life through pictures, the twitter and various audio recordings. I don't want to forget anything. But there are sometimes when I am unable to do so (like when I am on top of the HD). Thankfully I have people in my life who also value memories, so I have proof that I once existed. I also have proof that Brandon couldn't swim on his own without a flotation device. C'mon pal. That's just weak.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We almost always follow up a dip in the BP with a soak in the HT. It happens so often that I don't always take a picture to commemorate the moment. But I can assure you that it actually happened today. Why? Because I have this video of Jenny Reck goofing around with the hot tub settings. It shouldn't be that hard to operate a hot tub. You press a button to turn it on and you press a button to turn it off. But what happens when it doesn't abide by your instructions? You have the beginning of the War of Man vs. Machines. This reality lay before me, but I was too busy getting lost in my surroundings. And how could you not? Just look at this place! In my opinion, Afterglow is the most beautiful place on Earth. And not one, not one of you, can convince me otherwise. That I know.

It takes a real man to go swimming when everything (and everyone) else tells you that it is a bad idea. But the real man still has a moment of doubt. That's why it takes a real drunk man to go swimming against all of the odds because that doubt is ignored. We made Brandon sign the pact (to go swimming every day). As the keepers of the pact, it was our responsibility to make sure he didn't go alone.

 

 

 

 

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I'm always going to go swimming regardless of the temperature, time of year or any other extenuating circumstance that would sway a "normal" person from being fully immersed within the waters of Afterglow Lake. That's me. But I realize that I'm not normal and also a part of the minority. The normies (Mom. James, Melissa and Jenny) sat on the dry dock and watched while the weirdos (Brandon, Kevin and I) frolicked in the wake. It's hard to understand who was in the right. Each group fully believed that they were correct.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even though I was in the water and she was on the dock, Jenny Reck and I were both raging Bs to the Ws. Your surrounding environment does not dictate your ability to rage. That comes from deep inside of your heart. You either have it or you don't.

 

I took a risk and carried my camera out into the waters so that I could secure a shot of all of the characters lounging on the dock. This turned out to be a good decision because I got the desired picture and  I returned to dry land with a working camera.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A few years ago I started wearing sunglasses when swimming at Afterglow. Since I rarely go beneath the surface of the water, I was never in danger of losing my fashionable eyewear. I never went swimming with a pair of sunglasses that I couldn't afford to lose. You never know when the worst case scenario will play out and you are left without sun blockers for your eyes. I got these sunglasses (or Rage Shades as they became to be known) at work from a hotel in Mexico. When I wear them I am surrounded by the rage.