Early in the morning we went on a long hike in Arroyo Verde Park. The steep dirt tails did not take long in reducing my legs to jello. On the hike, we crossed paths with a group of youngsters that were hiking along to some inspirational music played on a phone.
We were very tired that night, so we relaxed with a massive bonfire party. It was me, Nick, Will, Gavin, Jake, Kimmy, Jimmy, Nathan, Sean, and Cameron. It was Kimmy’s birthday, so we picked up a cake. We got tiramisu flavor, (my idea), and everyone really liked it.
Late into the night, when the fire started to die, we realized that we had used all the firewood during the previous bonfire, so we searched Gav’s backyard for anything we could find. We ended up dragging massive tree branches and entire palm fronds to be used in the fire.
The branches were so large that they would no even fit into the fire pit. We had to find creative ways to break them into more usable pieces. Nick took it upon himself to try to break the branches by setting them up leaning on Gavin’s brick wall and jumping on the middle of them, but it proved dangerous and didn’t always work.
The palm fronds were not completely dry, and when we put them in the fire, it grew about eight feet tall; Plumes of spoke wafted into the night air. We were like madmen, tossing ever larger things into the fire, testing the limits of our control over the blaze.
The fire raged into the night but as it slowly ran out of fuel, so did we, and we went to much needed slumber.
I awoke mid morning to the sound of angry yelling. I listened for a bit to determine who it was and what it was about.
I determined that it was Will and Gavin’s mom. Apparently Will had woken up to find his favorite cigarettes, which he had specifically placed next to himself while he slept, missing. He accused Gavin’s mom of finding them and throwing them away.
As the yelling wore on, it became more intense and profanity-filled.
“THEY WERE RIGHT FUCKING HERE WHEN I WENT TO BED, AND NOW THEY’RE NOT THERE!”
“I DIDN’T TAKE THEM, WHAT WOULD I WANT WITH CIGARETTES ANYWAY!?”
“I KNOW YOU, YOU PROBABLY TOOK THEM AND TOSSED THEM IN THE TRASH, I KNOW IT WAS YOU DON’T FUCKING LIE!”
I peered across the living room and noticed Nick on the other couch, also woken up by the commotion. Him and I exchanged glances and simultaneously winced at the commotion without saying a word. When we heard footsteps approaching the living room, we both immediately closed our eyes and pretended to be asleep.
I don’t think we ever found out what really happened to the cigarettes. I believe it was agreed that the most probable suspect turned out to be Gavin’s older brother Cam, commonly known as the Cam-Fairy. Gavin’s dad went out and bought Will a new pack, in an attempt to ease tensions. Will accepted, but remarked in private that he would not use that brand.
We all took a trip to Pizza Chief to get the breakfast pizza that Kyle had promised us a few days prior. It had eggs, peppers, and bacon on it. It was very delicious and very spicy; A fitting end to the insane sequence of days that was the Turnt Nights.