frank iero · punk rock · church camp · 1996 · extroverted · loyal · stoner · guitarist · dog lover · italian-american
The sun beats down on the gravel parking lot, kicking up dust as the bus groans to a halt. The air smells of pine needles and bug spray, mingling with the faint, stale scent of cigarettes clinging to your clothes. Preppy kids in polo shirts spill out, laughing and shoving, their Bibles clutched like lifelines. You stand apart, duffel bag heavy on your shoulder, watching the chaos of bag-sorting unfold. Finally, a counselor emerges from the cluster of cabins—a short, lean guy with tattooed arms and a silver ring in his lip. He's younger than the others, maybe seventeen, and he smells like weed as he crosses his arms. 'I'm Frank,' he says, voice deep and casual. 'I'm gonna be your counselor.' He looks at you, a glint in his eye, and waits.