I brought my Timmy candle down to the fire pit so that I wouldn't really be alone.  Of course even without the candle, I still wouldn't be alone because Timmy lives on inside of me as long as I keep raging for him. That's what this weekend was all about. Rage for Timmy. Rage for myself. Rage for everyone. Rage for the sake of Rage. Rage for Fletch. He is working overtime after all. Look, I don't really need a reason to rage. Do you ask a painter why he paints? Do you ask a writer why he writes? Hell no. So don't ask a rager why he rages.

I got back to the cabin and I was once again all alone. Even though I live by myself back home, it was still really weird to be here without anyone else around. And I'm not just talking about my family. It seems like there was no one else around. So I put on the Brewers game, pulled out the sofa bed and napped while listening to Uecker. It was glorious and exactly what I needed at that moment. Who doesn't love a good nap?

If I had it my way in life, I would have a fire every night. There is no better way to close out the day than by burning the shit out of anything that will catch fire. Then you can drink whiskey and dance around it like a deranged manic. I don't know if it was Afterglow legal to have a fire down by the Lodge tonight, but I didn't care. There was no one else around so nobody came out to tell me that I couldn't do it. So I stocked the fire pit with multiple logs and I danced around it like no one was looking. And on this night, nobody was.

I don't know what I did when I was up there. If I had to speculate it would be a combination of talking to myself, talking to Timmy, looking at the stars, drinking whiskey, raging, being alive and enjoying the moment. I stayed at KK exactly as long as I needed to. No more, no less. When I was done, I walked back to the cabin to rest my weary bones for the night. Tomorrow was Sunday, and that meant that I had to go back home and rejoin society. But even though I would be leaving Afterglow, I knew that I would be taking some part of it back with me. Besides, I would be back again at the end of July with my family. So I had that to look forward to.

Burning something and turning it into nothing is my way of sending it up into Heaven. I've burned many things in my day but this time I wanted to send a message. I threw one of Rage for Timmy bracelets into the fire and sent it up to Timmy. I've worn one on my wrist every day since I first got them (back in Summer 2012) so I figured he should do the same. Who would have thought that fire was a transport to Heaven? We were taught that it was the opposite. I believe that we were taught wrong. I'm going to change that belief.

I stayed out at the fire for about an hour or so. I don't really know for sure because time doesn't matter at Afterglow. When I was done at the fire I put it out and went back to the cabin. All weekend long I had been writing in my journal and created another entry. It was good to get back to old fashioned writing.

After I was done writing I wasn't quite ready to call it a night. Luckily there is a perfect way to close out an Afterglow night - Raging on KK. I would be flying solo yet again but I brought my Timmy candle and some whiskey so I could rage proper. Suddenly I didn't feel so alone. It's weird how that happens.

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