There are rats around the camp. Not surprising. There are rats all over the upper west side, why wouldn't they be in Haiti. But these rats are fucking big.
Anyway, I just went to go brush my teeth and wash my face--not because I think I can get myself clean or smell-free, but just because it makes me feel like I'm not a total piece of shit. Another one of the volunteers told me how she just saw a big rat. I laughed at her and walked away into the dark to wash myself.
There I am, minding my own cleanliness, and Splinter's big, fat, angry uncle ran across my feet. So I yelled. It was a very manly yell. I know that because I can't scream. Its against my testosterone.
I finished cleaning and came back in the tent, where I was immediately asked who the woman outside was that was screaming and woke up the volunteers.
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