Easter weekend bbq cookoff at Flatrock Park. Got a good campsite with my team on Thursday night (we’re local, so we had pick of the litter). Unfortunately, I had to work on Friday, but was able to sabotage a few things in order to leave early. I went home. I shit, showered, and shaved. Then I headed down to my campsite/cook site on the river. The place had tripled in population. I was happy to find that my buddy had parked his golf cart in a way that saved me a parking spot in our campsite. Then, he head nodded to our neighbors across the way. These fucking idiots. I’m not going to address the spats that occurred, but they got spicier throughout both Friday and Saturday night. A lot of the reason was that we placed second in brisket out of more than thirty teams. That upset them. But it didn’t upset them as much as our uncontrolled laughter, when the wind caused the rack on the back of this truck carrying the flags to pop a weld, and go tumbling down the infield into other cook/campsites. The flags (in order) -“When tyranny becomes law, rebellion becomes duty” -“Come and take it” (Featuring an M-16) -RIGGED 2020 “He’s still my president” -TRUMP 2024 “Let’s take America back”