Cabin Fever

Prologue Of Sorts

That was the summer of 2002.

It was the summer I'd miss the best concerts, the best parties, and the last chance to goof off before I was off to college [or not; I only entertained that thought for my 'rents].

That was the first and last summer we went to Paradise Palace. Probably the lamest place I'd ever been to, but it was the summer I met him, Patrick. And he was the best thing to happen to me in a long time.