Chapter 38: Fireside
November 17, 2015
“Is this even legal?” I asked, observing the small fire for us to enjoy on the beach that he had built out of scrap lumber. There were two Adirondack chairs by the fire and an upright log that was the size of a fire hydrant positioned between them, which he was using as a table. On the log table was a bag of marshmallows, chocolate bars, and a box of graham crackers; s’mores in the making. To the right of the fire was a two-man tent; the place where he and I would be spending the night together, or what I conceived as half the night, until we started to freeze to death because of the ferocious wind, completing our camping adventure inside his garage behind us.
“I hope it’s legal. If not, we’re having a threesome with a sexy ass bald and muscular co
