A different kind of camp

I was at a camp only it was in a huge mansion. I was aling around the perimeter of the house and Was about to take the trash to the street. Someone (maybe Austin’s friend Joseph’s) grandma asked if I wanted to go down the street and deliver something to another house. I said sure but that I wanted to put on tennis shoes instead of flip flops. I went into my room and then thought I would go to the bathroom too. It was the first time I had been in the bathroom and there were around 20 light switches on the wall but none of them seemed to work. I sat down on the toilet and it was a bidet and I was worried since I couldn’t see to read the instructions.

I was wearing grey workout pants and so I grabbed a grey and red tshirt to wear but it ended up being a sweatshirt which would be too hot.

We left and walked down the store and the other house was like a big frat house and had a tropical theme outdoors. We walked in and the air was thick with marijuana smoke. Someone (maybe Katy) came storming out saying that everything had marijuana in it. She said that te name of the house might as well mean Mississippi marijuana. There were five or six boys laying around on couches and they were mad saying, “why didn’t you tell us your mom was coming?” I told them it wouldn’t have mattered because the smell was so strong there would be no hiding it. They had all sorts of desserts (donuts, rice Krispy treats, brownies) but I couldn’t eat any of them because they had pot in them. Then we started examining every piece of furniture and small bags of pot were sewn into them. Literally everything in the house had some in it. Ben had been by earlier and been sent with some, but he didn’t know it.

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