Campfire Memories Coarse red curly hair bouncing around on the other side of the campfire. His huge white face smiled and danced in the flicker of the flames. Freckles covered his pale sinewy shoulders. A drunk, youthful challenge erupted from his chest as he leapt from side to side, "Come on mother fucker, I'll beat the shit out of you." Testosterone and beer pulled me to my feet, and I stumbled at him through the fire's embers. I took an awful swing and missed. He swung and nailed me square in the mouth. Anxiety sloshed through my alcohol-drenched mind as I found myself on the ground not able to properly assess the physical damage done by his well placed punch. My hands were covered in blood, and another wave of panic swept through me when I realized that it was my blood, and I wasn't feeling pain. I couldn't locate the source of the spewing blood. I moved my numb tongue around the inside of my mouth feeling the holes where teeth had been. I struggled to push myself up from the ground and searched the dirt for my missing teeth. Teeth that would never to be found. The night barely remembered.