Today, instead of writing my essay, I went into town with my friend Kevin and we walked for a while. We went around town, and he had his big camera. It was a nice walk overall.

At one point, we get down by this big house which is where the local branch of this cult Twelve Tribes meets. Kevin, like a dingus was taking pictures of the house, and at one point, we hear the kid on their front lawn go "That guy's taking pictures, daddy!" and both of us froze up. We assured the semi-scary farmer-lookin dude that we were taking pictures of something else, and subsequently escaped to the rite aid across the street before taking an uneasy walk back up the mountain to campus.

Just figured you'd like to know.