you're in your tenth grade, the carefree summer approaches, and you decide to go on a camping trip with your classmates. there's jeff, a nerdy dude who is obviously throwing some off-kilters but at that age you stop caring about nerds and focus on whatever else. none of us really wants jeff on the trip, but darcy, your friend, is really compassionate and she feels it's going to be fine. you say: okay darcy, but if this guy is gonna get on my nerves, i will lock you both in a toilet and won't let you out till you suck his fucking cock. she nods. there you are: the campfire is ready, its almost midnight, and you assemble round the burnplace to quack some songs to a good-ol' guitar. daniel plays really good, and he knows a lot of old songs. you see jeff has a guitar too, and after you finish let it be, jeff suddenly announces that he has some of his music to play. your brown eyes grow disapprovingly big, injecting some of your frustration into darcy's mind. she laughs, and everyone laughs too, being in the right anything-goes condition, and welcomes aboard. he plays the entirety of in the aeroplane over the sea, and when ghost and [untitled] come you thank the god and anne frank's resting soul that he finally let the guitar speak. you never invite darcy to a camping trip again.