So why would a bunch of pox-ridden, busted up wrecks be going on one last epic ride across the desert? What could compel a posse of diseased rejects on death’s front porch to strap on pistols and play the hero?
I’m back from the fourth Camp Nerdly, and being back feels good, like a corner has been turned. It was wonderful to reconnect with my scattered friends and feel the Nerdly vibe again. It was especially good to hang out