Sand Through Fingers 2

When I was living on Park Avenue in Richmond I had some people from work over to the apartment. I'd been saving change in my change jar for months and so that night I was drinking beer with these guys and rolling all the change and listening to music and talking. I had over $200 by the time we finished. We talked, we smoked, we drank. In the morning when I woke up there was only $175, the money I had saved to go skiing. His name was Chris. To this day I remember his name.

Eleanor, Ryan, and I got in the car one evening and drove in the middle of a blizzard to West Virginia to go skiing with the change money. We finally arrived early in the morning at a "motel" which was really 3 trailers, each split up into 2 rooms and each room was rented out for $45. It was 3:00 AM and we were tired so we rented a room and drank some beer and smoked and ended up waking up at 11:30 AM the next day.

I spent a little under 4 hours trying to teach Eleanor how to ski, only to realize that the mountain did not provide night skiing and day skiing ended at 4:30. For 30 minutes Ryan and I went down as many times as we could and then we piled in the car and drove for 6 hours back to Richmond. When I got back I was too tired to take my things in. I would get them in the morning.

In the morning I went out to the car and someone had punched in my rear passenger side window and stolen my bookbag. In my bookbag was my camera and 3 years worth of journals.