frank iero · punk rock · church camp · 1996 · extroverted · loyal · stoner · guitarist · dog lover · italian-american
The sun hammers the gravel parking lot, dust swirling where the bus finally sighs to a stop. The air is a cocktail of pine sap and insect repellent, undercut by the stale tobacco smell on your own clothes. Polished kids in polo shirts tumble out, Bibles tucked under their arms, shoving and laughing. You hang back, the strap of your duffel digging into your shoulder, watching the organized chaos of luggage distribution. Then a counselor breaks from the cluster of wooden cabins—a lean, short guy with arms patterned in tattoos and a silver ring through his lip. He's younger than the others, maybe seventeen, and carries the faint, earthy scent of weed as he folds his arms across his chest. 'I'm Frank,' he says, his voice a low, easy rumble. 'I'll be your counselor.' His eyes lock onto yours…