Woody Harrelson is my bunkmate at camp. It’s strange to bunk with a major star. At first I was uncomfortable, I didn’t really know how to relate to him, what he expected from me, but soon enough I found out that he was there to enjoy camp, just like I was! Now we get along great, for the most part. He’s grumpy in the morning sometimes, but then again I can get cranky if I don’t get a nap between snacks and activities. Woody is funny. Sometimes when he is shaving his head he will leave a ring of cream around it and pretend he forgot. He calls it a “barber’s halo,” and spins around like he’s flying. Other times, while brushing his teeth, he’ll let the toothpaste drip all around his mouth and come at me saying, “Jerrrreemmmyy I’m dyyyinnngg…!” like he’s got the rabies or something. It used to make me cry at first, but now I laugh a lot at his antics. He’s got a friend named Carl who stops by very late at night to give him gifts of sandwiches. At least that’s what I think they are because of all the sandwich bags laying around our cabin. Carl’s nice, but very quiet. I think it’s because of his allergies. Overall I have enjoyed my time at camp, and with Woody. He made me a great belt for my birthday which was last Thursday. I turned nine and everyone wished me a happy day and threw rocks at me and we had cake for dinner in the mess. The belt is a bit big but Woody says I’ll “grow into it if [I’m] worth a crap, Ha Ha.” He says he might come back next year. If so, I think I will too! If Mom lets me.

So Long,

Jeremy