Sometimes you are lying in shit

I have an active imagination but i also have a dedication to in-activeness. I am 22 and at this age I know better then to act on many ideas that pass through my head. On my road trip to port Elizabeth, one of my companions unfortunately had not yet built up his immunity against his imagination adventures and certainly not against mine! it was hook, line, and sinker the moment i set the scene. As Daz went to go pee on the side of the road I said to Craig "What if we turned around and Daz wasn't there!" (like a scarrrwy murder scene!) "AhHH he screamed you are so right, this is the perfect scene out of a scary movie!, lets take pictures!" I already told you that i knew better so at 5 o'clock in the morning i let Craig leap out of the car and organize those photos all on his own. I sat in the back seat, comfortable and surrounded by pillows screaming out directions and creative critique. "Turn around, lay face down so you really look like your dead" Some fotos were taken and then I was quickly reminded why i have learned to take the lazy way out of these specific play scenarios. Craig jumped up and started smelling himself oddly "oh my god, i smell like shit!, I think i was lying in shit!" And he was in fact lying in shit (what we believed to be piles of human feces sunning on the side of the road) "Marosi! Why did you make me lie in shit!!" Oh yeah now it was all my fault! I was warm and safe in the car but obviously responsible for his inexperience in imagination land! No one forced him to jump out of the car and start directing a god damn horror scene! And I am soooooorrry if I was just trying to make that scene better by being a good director and then sometime in the middle of it he rolled in shit. I refuse to apologies because it was toooooo funny! Thank you fellow road tripper who decided to let one go on the side of the road, maybe at a moment of desperation, thank you!

Love
Justine