I was camping with Fizz and AA and Joh. There was a mountain lion. "Yell shit and fuck as much as you can!" was the advice someone gave to the rest of us. So we ran around doing that, hoping we wouldn't get ate. It turned out to just be a housecat.

There was another part, of which I only remembered vague, undescribable feelings, and by the time I got around to writing this down (28th) I've forgotten those. Maybe something about someone's basement.