2:10am
A text mesage from Hunter:

H: Kyle! I think that you are in National Georgraphic!  Were you wearing khaki shorts when you did the mud pit belly flop?

K:  Brown shorts.  Doo doo brown.

H: Yep, it’s you!  That PR lady did you fine!

K: Holy fucking shit.  Are u kidding me?

H: Yep!  New cover: Africa’s Ragged Edge.  Will bring by tomorrow!

K: How do my tits look?

H: You are hitting the water in the belly flop!  Great ass!

K: I’ll die if it’s really me.  I’m dying already even if it’s not.

H: What other person there was wearing doo doo shorts, has wild black hair, and white white white skin?

K: This is amazing.  And not just ’cause I’m outta my mind right now.

H: Yes, I will drop it off in the morning @ eleven.

K: I love you and yours.  Truly.

H: Always yours!

K: PS – I totally love that you’re reading National Geographic at home on a Saturday night.  This point was not missed by yours truly.

H: I am so coming over.

K: It smells like bacon here.  Don’t ask.