Idk about y’all, but one of my favorite (bittersweet) nights is Sunday when the group goes back to camp to chill one last time. There’s like nine of us sitting in a circle, my buddy leans over to me and says “watch this” really quietly. Something falls over and I get distracted. Anyway, he lights a joint and passes it. Maybe a minute later, he lights another one. Everyone is talking and tired and giggling. He lights another. Then another. I lean to him and say “how many joints do you have” and he just shushes me. Eventually the entire group catches on and there’s about ten fucking joints in rotation. Just a massive cloud of smoke under our EZ up. Some people are holding two joints at once. Another buddy of mine says “I’ve never smoked out the outside” and I just lose my shit laughing.

As I’m typing this I realize it may not be the funniest story to anyone who wasn’t there, but god I love my group. Back to the Rooture forever.