Dave: Just checking in

My name is Dave and I checked into this place today with my buddy, Shane.

We've been friends since elementary school in Indianapolis, which is where we both still live. We were both troublemakers at school, and I guess that's how we bonded. Neither of us liked school, and school didn't like us. We dropped out in high-school and both managed to get apprenticeships. He's an electrician and I'm a locksmith, and once a year we go on vacation together. We've done it for years, and my ex-wife used to say she was jealous of the time we spent together. Maybe that's why she's my ex now. The two of us have been through a lot together. We were best man at each other's weddings, godparents to each other's children. I was there for him through his divorce and he through mine. We're in our 40's now, but we're tight and he's like the brother I never had.

 

Every year, we go to different places, and this year we're here. We sometimes go fishing or hunting, and this year we decided to go to Maine, because neither of us had ever been before. Shane managed to get us a reservation at this place, and it was a pretty good deal, so I'm not complaining. But the place gives off a strange vibe, and a few of the other guests we've seen have seemed nervous, which gives off a strange tension. It's clean, though, and we have a room that has everything we need. Unfortunately, we have to share it, because it was the only one available. Hopefully he can cope with my snoring. 

 

We'll go and hit some bars later tonight. Shane is a hit with the ladies. He's lean and fit and a smooth talker, and whenever we go out, we manage to get some female company. Tomorrow, we'll probably see if we can find a good spot to go fishing.