Dean and I camped out behind
the shelter in Des Moines.
There was a nice patch of
woods north of the river.
We canned every day to
knock off the shakes.
Summer turned into
Fall and life raked
us in.
Dean moved in with
a friend, and I
went to this woman\'s
apartment.
We eventually got
married; it didn\'t last long.
That\'s been years ago.
I lost track of Dean for
a long time.
By chance,
we stumbled upon each other via the
internet.
Fucking life!
He has stage 3 colon cancer.
Reality can be
rancid sometimes.
he\'s still camping,
and he has a
woman who loves him.
What more could
you want?