And Into the Fire! Fire!! Fire!!!

I stole this picture from Cameron.

Tonight, I "talked" to my cousin Cameron. We used this tedious messaging system just to satisfy my curiosity about how it worked. It was pretty annoying, but since he never calls me at 3am on his sleepless trips to Phoenix (or Boston or California, etc), I have to chat with him anyway I can!

Cameron is so frowny and serious but will bust out with something totally off the wall and hilarious. Getting us together is always trouble because we end up cackling like hyenas. Insane hyenas. Is that how you spell hyena?

Cameron's outbursts always kind of worried me. He and my brother would walk around town and Cameron would shout insults at people driving by, no matter how much bigger they were. They got chased around town more than a few times. Cameron would come running up to us, all crazy-eyed and manic, to tell us about their newest insult war.

I always told Cameron that his mouth was going to get him into trouble. My theory proved to be correct one day when Allison, Cameron, Marcus and I were playing kickball or something in my grandparents' backyard.

I don't remember what he said, but it was something that made Marcus MAD. There was a bit of shouting and then suddenly I see Marcus flying across the lawn at the speed of light. Cameron just kinda stood there like "Whatchu gonna do, punk?" Just before Marcus reached him, his little arm popped out straight and Marcus clotheslined the crap out of Cameron! Cameron's feet left the ground as he flew up and backwards. It wasn't funny at the time, when I'm the oldest and am thinking about how if Cameron starts crying, I'm going to be blamed. But now when I think back on it, it's really one of the funniest things I have ever seen.

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