My friend Paul Foster, Miimii, and I decided to climb Mt. Fuji. I had met Paul in February 1988, and we hung out together a lot. He was a complete idiot, and I was an incomplete idiot, so we got along well. I knew my role in his life was to stop him from accidentally killing himself; he’s living proof that common sense isn’t common.
So, she was there, and cheerful as ever, so we all had a great time. Paul drove me crazy though. He kept messing around with the food and drinks, which got more and more expensive as you got closer to the summit, and he kept stepping on my poncho and just goofing around at a time no one wanted to goof around. Because of Miimii's sabotage, we got there four hours late and couldn't see the sunrise from the summit...but that's okay. It was one of the most fulfilling trips I've ever been on...I had climbed a mountain.
****Miss Paul has requested her face not be shown to protect her identity***