My demented friend Marc chronicles his everyman adventures in our unkind world on Squid vs. Unicorn. Start reading from the bottom.
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Note: For most of my childhood I attended a Day Camp over the Summers that I believe cost my parents $75 for three months. The counselors were so poorly paid that they staged regular fights between the campers and bet on the outcome, thus satisfying their proletariat rage and supplementing their incomes.
October 23, 2005 8:36 PM