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I got back from my week-long stint at Palmetto Boy's State yesterday. It was incredible.

There is way too much to tell. Too many stories, too many quotes, too much excitement. If anyone asks me what I did at Boy's State, I will have a hard time summing it up. We in the city of Tugaloo (named after the Tugaloo river, I guess) met each other, became friends, persevered through physical and spiritual hardships, chanted ourselves raw, had the most kick-ass spirit, and became brothers.

We ate together, sang together, cried together, called each other names, called each other Matt Morris, and won the All PBS award, also known as the All Marine award. This is basically what we get for being the best city out of 19. 40 kids from near 1000. We worked for it, we screamed for it, and we won.

We were a city of legends. One guy used a cane all week. Not only that, but he had carved it himself. And his actual name is Nickles. Several people succeeded in drinking 8+ pints of milk each in one sitting. One guy was known throughout the camp and in fact won an award for Best Hair because he had a giant red afro. We had Matt Morris in our city. We had a crazy little guy who's funk-tastic dancing was exploited for chants on several occasions. We had one big guy who was willing to take off his shirt and blow away the competition with his man-boobs. We had Dub-Talley, who could dunk pretty viciously. One of our counselors looked just like Toby McGuire from Spiderman and had some awesome pants, another was sick on the snare drums and was extremely spirited, and the other was our daddy.

His son is Matt Morris.

We had plenty of kids, like me for example, who weren't of legendary status but were no less fantastic.

I hope to stay in touch with them. My life wasn't changed as much as some others', but I think I left with a better outlook. Or at least a working knowledge of state politics.

Drizzle, drizzle, drazz.

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