DAY’S HIGHLIGHT: A bonfire on the beach, with the sun setting, shit getting dark and the stars coming out above us. We had some action, too. An ember cracked, hit me in the check and went down into my sweatshirt. I jumped up like fuckin’ Carl Lewis and unzipped my fleeced tarp to release that burning nugget back into the sand. You just never know. Could’ve taken me out. Glad to report I’m okay, and little Oliver didn’t fall into the fire.