community meeting at the Cafe'.
"Dig a hole in the mud... line it with a plastic bag...
You're kidding me, right?"
I have a
vague memory of seeing white shards of
the walls and roof of the Cafe' during the last wind storm.
meeting I heard myself shouting,
"Kill or be eaten!"
Someone behind me suggested that I might be next to
go rampaging through camp with an axe handle.
But I wasn't going through DTs, just a massive fit of frustration.