Bonfire

The first week back at school feels like constant fun. Classes are in their earlier boring introductory stages so I have a lot of free time to dream and apply for research apprenticeships. When I wasn't in class, there was always some sort of mind-altering substance to ingest. Still, classes aren't exactly fun. I get up way too early everyday and can't stay up as late as I'd want to. So when my friend invited me to the beach for a bonfire last night, it seemed like a perfect way to begin the weekend. It was excellent, even if we were pestered by the police twice and got cited. The moon was high and the waves were crashing. The wind was strong and the smoke got in my eyes. I was cold but drunk and high, and there was a hot fire in front of me. I had so much fun stomping out the remnants of the fire.