So... I haven't my diary because I was at war at Rivermine pack.

I came with my four other buddies from Rivermine. We’d been eating sand and pissing dust for over a year and were dying for a genuine, frost sweating long neck beer in a bar listening to the loudest band we could find.

In the next week we wanted to get drunk, laid, laid, drunk then laid again. My pack was the closest to the base so I called my younger sister and told her I had three friends and we were coming over. I asked her if she could set up a party with some of her...