From two extremes of daytime lounging on a beach, soaking up every ounce of sun in the possible 3 out of 8 hot days, to speaking the language of communist possums and lowering to an emotional wreck with free falling tears for no apparent reason.
Rebellious deliberations of bad-ass piercings and fake tattoo's, to theft of a plastic kind. The thrill of meeting new people whose names are too easily forgettable in 5 short hours, and a typical morning meal of adding water and shaking til all lumps have been dispelled, becomes awkward pancakes amongst the company of a more lethargic bunch of friends. When the best seat in the house was not the one in full view of the plasma TV, but the one closest to a toilet bowl or sink.
Most probably the greatest time in my life.
-A-
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