We weren't on a path at all
I went on this rock climbing trip in the Ozarks with my pal Dover. It
was august, and although it was hot as hell, the scenery there was amazing!!!
After a while, we decided to go back to camp, and proceeded to take off
on the "right" path. It was fucking pitch black and all we had
were headlamps, which sucked ass! It seemed like we'd walked nearly a
mile and still no camp, feeling completely lost, we turned back around
and worked our way back to the bluff. It was then that we realized we
weren't on a path at all, we'd made our own up.
Once we finally made it back to camp i just remember playing guitar and thinking of how the 1 in 125,000 odds of winning the grand prize on the back of my cheetos bag were better than most of the other back-of-the-bag chip company contests i'd seen lately.Still didnt fucking win though.
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