“This is bullshit,” his hiking boots sloshing the mud underneath them. “This can’t even be legal.”
“Listen, Jay,…can I call you Jay?” (The older yet eerily chipper camp counselor could not call him Jay. His mother, as horrid as she was for sending him to a camp where everything and everyone was consistently damp and cold, named him Jason, much to the behest of the guy seemingly running the place)...