Hi all,

  sorry for the delay

  been sick as heck and bed bound for a couple days. I’ll be back Friday, as I’m in and out of passing out. Wrote 200 words about the meaning of multiple realities and how maybe Alex isn’t on our reality and Keanu reeves also was in die hard in his…then it went into what that means about souls. Got weird and I can’t think straight. Seriously this is the worst flu I’ve ever had.

  apparently this needs to be 500 words and I’m in bed so now you get to read some stories.

  my family has a cottage deep in the woods, owned by my Eastern European grandpa (rip). It’s actually going to be the setting for my next story!

  anyways, I have a lot of cousins around my age, and we’d all go up there as kids.

  one time, when I was 13, my cousin Mitch found a bottle of slevo, which is basically just moonshine. We did shots around the bondfire and chased with five alive. I peed in the forest and my cousin Dillon fell into it. We all puked and our parents found us rolling around in the sand, got mad, and made us all sleep in the same bedroom near the washroom because we kept puking. The next day was the “cottage olympics” where different families competed, and despite it being the first time hung over, our little crew of cousins won under 15 volleyball and also the most frogs caught competition. We did not win the hot dog eating contest, and to this day they still kind of make me a bit ill. Fricken mint!

  If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.

  another time we dared Dillon to drink from the swamp water where we’d go critter hunting and he had to be hospitalized for 2 weeks…

  another time someone broke into our cottage, drank everything, and actually left furniture they’d probably stolen from somewhere else…they didn’t take anything of ours.

  One time when I was super young and just up there with my grandma, she woke me up to watch hundreds of turtles hatch. Pretty neat. She loved cigarettes and birds and part of the reason why I love birds too. Was probably a witch. But very cool lady, she said to always look out for cardinals as that’s her saying hello.

  tell me some whacky childhood stories please. If you made it this far. You guys comment on my story, but I want to know stuff about you too.

  anyways, I’ll be back Friday! Sorry, I’m dying, there’s nothing quite like a man with a flu, you know?