My first job ever was a summer camp counselor in Allentown, New Jersey. My sister worked there, too. I made some friends my age, finally. I taught one of the little boys about my favorite anime series Neon Genesis Evangelion, and probably ruined his life by turning him into a nerd. What I remember most about that summer though, was one of the counselors who used to tell us all jokes, all of the time. He was seriously a never-ending well of jokes. I don’t even know where he learned them all. I don’t remember his name anymore, but he was very tall and he also had brown hair. Anyway, a little while after the end of that summer, he went hiking and fell off of a cliff and died. That was the first time that I knew someone my age who had died, and it was weird.