Greeting Steemers! I've been turned onto this place by a friend, 
This is me, chillen at the bar in the "Anarchist Library" with "Bear" and "Zi".
When I rolled up he says” how’s it going trouble!” In reference to the first time we met, in which I convinced him to roll onto an active bombing range in a Prius, in which we got stuck in the sand while there were bombs actively exploding close enough for the impact to both hurt and feel extremely hot.( A story I'll get to in another post)
It’s the small things in life you have to enjoy.
Bear the gigantic fucking Samoan.
This guy, three nights ago, almost took my head off with a crowbar.
You see, the Library stole a Jolly Roger from the camp I’m in, known as “Camp Goonies.”
I rolled up in the middle of the night to reclaim it, extremely drunk, and loud. He heard me falling over as I was trying to climb a greased up barbed wire pole.
Huge Samoan with Maori warrior facial tattoos seemingly appeared out of thin air, charging me in the dark swinging a crow bar at my face because he thinks I’m a Scav trying to raid his camp.
He got close and I shouted, “BEAR ITS ME DUDE!” He calmed down, asked me if I was with Goonies, and then asked if we’d found a replacement flag, pointed the crow bar at my head, smiled, and disappeared back into the darkness, silent and graceful as fuck for a 300 pound man.
