While at The Home Depot the other day, I stumbled across this prose, hastily written on a board in the closet organization aisle. In case you can't quite make it out (click the image to view it at a larger size), it reads:"Camp is spiritual, so they tell me, by next week I'll be so spiritual you can smell me."
I would love to know what inspired this poet to leave behind such a desparate message. I wonder, are they crying out to be delivered from the much-dreaded church camp? I guess I'll never know.
