"Couldn't be better," Cam said when asked how he was. So many potential adventures to have this year, so much going on. He was hoping to step up his game this year. Last year he'd been low key, for him, amused by the thought of his uncle telling his parents that he had no idea why they'd had so much trouble with Cam, that he was fine here in Point Pleasant. He'd actually overheard a conversation very similar to that. But now he was almost grown, and he could afford to stir things up a little more.
"I got here a couple hours ago," he said to the other man's question. "It's been steady." No way was he getting up early, but he'd been here long enough to be considered part of the event. He drank the rest of his water and pitched the plastic bottle at the nearby trash barrel. He shoots, he scores!