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[Jun. 27th, 2005|12:32 am]
Ian
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| [ | music |
| | Speak For Me - Cat Power | ] |
| [ | mood |
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"Hey honey, Im home."
Mexico was quite an amazing experience, to say the least. Between clouds of innebriation and the droning thud of hammers I managed to catch short but sweet glimpses of the beautiful landscape around me. If only I had more time, I would have hiked to my hearts desire...but I didnt. Oh well, Ill be back next year. The mountains were immense, and standing smack dab in the middle of them upon a freshly shingled roof of a house you just built with your own hands for a family of good people was one of the best feelings a human can experience. Wanna know yet another totally amazing feeling? Well, try being of age in a town that thrives off of alcohol sales and american money. Tecate is home to Tecate beer, which ties with Coca-Cola and blood for being the most commonly sighted liquid in all of the poverty stricken country. Every night consisted of all twenty or so of us teen-agers getting shotgunned out of reality for a few hours before passing out in god who knows tent, with god who knows puke all over our clothes. It was worth it though. Damn well worth it. Day five came, and with the taste of wine and cigarette smoke still lingering in my mouth I packed up my clothes, journal and harmonica and set off for San Diego with our gang of restless rebels (Say what? List them? Well, I wasnt gunna take the time to, but since you asked so nicely.....C.J. Bryson, Andrew, Kat, plus a few others who we saw briefly) After making sure we properly fucked up our hotel room withing the first few hours of arrival, we hit the town. While a million different Beach Boys songs took turns bieng played back in my head, I finally realized all those innocent childhood visions of the exciting sunny California I longed for back when I was 8 were actually bieng played out in front of me, without any failure or dissapointment. The sun, the ocean, the surfers, the girls. Oh man, the girls. If only you'd seen em. With a marijuana persuaded mind, I stumbled up and down nearly every beach in the area, and soaked up the west coast rays with my compadres at side. At night, there were beach parties every twenty fucking feet. We met some interesting grey matter, and a few lacking the latter completely. I would totally explain our endeavors in more detail, but that would most likely lead to me digressing and I would wind up talking about CJ shitting on a dirty bathroom wall, Andrew accidentally(?) bringing us to a gay nude beach, or my two week (and counting!) streak of no masturbation, or something. Ooops. There I go. Anyways, after some slight romance, a motherload of a caffiene rush (pills, red bulls, double shots, and lattes one after another), and a stare down with a transvestite prostitute, we somehow found ourselves on a plane back to Kuhnecteecut. This is where the curtain closes. Bye. Its good to be back.
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