Why am I almost thirty fucking years old and all my worst nightmares, with the power to fuck me up for days, are about summer camp? Why? They’ve changed everything. The kids sleep in rock-walled, tourist mountain cabin monstrosities. The least fun people imaginable are in charge. Someone had to explain the kaper chart to me. I didn’t even recognize the landscape of the place.
Is it because that’s the only place I’ve ever felt truly competent, and now I feel fairly incompetent on a regular basis?
