risky
Last night I had me a long overdue adventure. I was taking a walk thinking I was just gunna make a fire in the woods and be bored. Then I notice a Shaws was still open (it was 11:30) so I decided to buy some meat for the fire and have something more interesting to do. As I was walking I saw this place I used to go to summer camp when I was a kid so I figured go there. I remember there being good woods. I snuck in because there were one or two people in the parking lot. When I reached the field that led to the good woods there was a medium circus tent and a big trailer. One of the trailers had windows witch indicated sleeping people, probably clowns or something. In front of the trailer was a bit of field and then the parking lot were that straggler I mentioned before was. So I carefully crept around front thinking I would borrow the frying pan I saw by the grill in front of the trailer. When I went around there was a picnic table that had wine and two bottles of vodka. They were better than a frying pan so I grabbed them and walked away. Wile a was about to sneak back out saving the steak for later I realized there were also two coolers in front of the trailer. They were probably full of beer. I had a bad feeling but I went back just for one or two beers. I opened one and just as I expected, it was full. When I was standing up with the two beers I bumped my head hard on this shade extending from the trailer. It was loud so I ran but know one woke up. I hid the vodka in the woods drank the beer and started walking home. Halfway home I realized there was a lot of beer in the cooler I opened and still another I hadn’t touched. I called a friend of mine because he's crazy and has a car. It was 1:30 but this was important. He didn’t want to do it. Said we should go back tomorrow night. I'm not sure about hitting them twice. That hole fool me once shame on me, fool me twice shame on you thing. But if I went through the woods instead of the drive way, hit it from a different angle...? A cop saw me after the phone call and asked me "how much fucking walking" I was doing. Apparently he saw me earlier. He seems to not be out for blood so I told him it helped me sleep. He asked me my name but not for my ID so I don’t think he will remember if the clowns call the cops. I might dye my hair though. Today i'm going to get the vodka and see about the other beer. Wish me luck!