Friday, May 4, 1990 - 35 days
Friday, May 4, 1990 - 35 daysOur adventures at Leaf River may have been short lived, but we sure as hell made the most of our time there. With the exception of Splat, of course, everyone had a blast. It’s a good thing we did, too, because a big ass storm rolled through yesterday morning and it’s poured nonstop ever since. We’ve spent so many hours inside the dorm the air is thick with the muggy stench of our own filth. So much so, that it’s a relief to step outside into the streaking rain after breakfast.
A mantle of dense, dark clouds hangs overhead as Angelo, Peaches, and I bolt across the lawn toward the schoolhouse, the morning sky as dusky as evening. Thunder rumbles and a few flashes of lightning follow. I push myself into full sprint as the downpour i
