Seeking to escape the deadly velocity that is shaping up to be my birthday, justin decided I needed to get out of town.
We would have left much earlier except for his being questioned by the police for sometime.
It appears his idiot friend Greg went camping and may have tried to make his own slasher film.
Justin is not sure from the questions asked, but suspects that maybe Greg went camping with a young lady who might have been of questionable sensibilities. And that she may have either accused him of something untoward, or she might not have made it to the credits.
Either of which would be highly possible from what little I know of Greg.
So we headed to the city to shoot something and to eat food at a restaurant where he knows the manager.
We shall see how it goes.