Wednesday, Dec. 4, 1991

The worst vacation I’ve ever had was when me, my mom and Heather went to Percy Quinn State Park in McComb. We all slept in a two-man tent, and we woke up with dew dripping from the tent. We got up and went out in a canoe. My mom dropped her fishing pole in the lake (edited to add: Mom was smoking a joint and laughing her ass off when she dropped the pole in the water) and when she was getting out of the boat, she dropped her shoe in the water. It started raining and drenched the tent, along with everything in it. We got fed up, and left that day.