One time while camping in Rhode Island a bunch of junkies tried stealing all of our shit and we had to fight them off by pelting cans of beer at them. When they ran off to reassemble their junkie army we hid in the trees and sharpened a bunch of sticks to use them as knifes and javelins. Knowing full well this could be the end for me I looked at Rey and asked him a question I had been curious about for sometime. “Hey Rey, why do you talk so fucking much?” He told me it’s cause he grew up in a big family. I don’t know if that’s true, but there’s no denying he rips.