the battle of pirate hill

I dreamed about you last night!

All of you!

The lot of us, plus Lucas S-B for reasons that will become apparent, were hanging out in a barn on a mountain in NY state and it was great. Which pretty much already happened. And we had guns, which also already happened. But they were real guns! Also an airplane! And we got bored so we divided into two armies and started having a battle. My side had Evan and Lucas and Micah and Meg and Steve, and we holed up in the barn and took shots at the airplane as it buzzed us at twilight. After a while I started to worry a little bit that this was a dangerous pasttime for friends, but we had no way to communicate that to the folks in the airplane (you were merciless!) so I had to keep shooting and was running out of ammunition and then looked down and my gun had turned into a sawed-off shotgun with a cork tied to the muzzle with twine, and when I pulled the trigger it shot out water. But it didn't shoot straight because of the cork. And then the battle was over.

There was something about winter coats, too, and drawing on the walls of a cabin.

Thanks for not shooting me, guys.