At this time our camp boasted five permanent people and an assortment of visitors that stayed over for various times ranging from a few hours to a few days. The permanent group was Doug, our self appointed leader with Kari, his girlfriend and Dave, Doug's brother. Then Des and myself. Dave was one of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. He was always there when anyone needed a helping hand with anything. Kari worked at various bars in the area while Doug watched her there. By the end of her shift, they were both drunk and commenced their loud nightly fight and shouting match with one or the other stomping off into the darkness. By morning though evidently it was all resolved and all three were sleeping soundly.
Transits were Bill, a closeted gay guy; John. another brother to Dave and Doug; Tim, who worked for his brother; Robert called Robo, a psycho who unsuccessfully fell in love with every female he met. He also loved to set fires; Ron, an old alcoholic who mostly was reliving bogus memories of his service. At least he was actually a real veteran who did serve in Vietnam.
These kind of rounded out our little camp in the woods. If we had to live it again, we wouldn't come within a mile of any of one of there denizens. Unless fate dictated otherwise.
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