IslandFever [9]

ooooooooo-weeeeeeeeee!

mad fresh --- mad escape --- another one of those --- pack your ish --- max your card and get the fuck out the office and go on holiday.

*french intended for effect.

dam man --- i can imagine myself walking in front of the camera-holder --- with flip-flops, shorts a man bag (yes, not a purse) --- trying to compose the short that the person with the camera is taking ---

With a water bottle, nursing yesterday's hungover --- laughing at the drunked'ness of the bar-tender --- and how that wierd Swedish girl kept dancing out of rhythm, and tryina mack one of us (yes, i think that highly of my peeps) ----

Only to realise that we walking this far because to drive would require more admin than walking to the market and gettin' some fresh fish to cook, but with the intent of asking the locals to help us out with the cooking ---

Whilst all of that is happening, my mind is trying to make sense of the local lingo --- trying to remember how to say, "we want ice" and "how much is that" and "do you have beer"?

ah man, i need a road trip --- i need a holiday --- in summer though, I ain't trippin' nowhere where it's cold.

NguJaz ta for reminding self of the dream.

*gettin' impulsive.

Me love.

LN, you had me at flip flops.

don't worry about timing. the east coast is warm all year round.

wow.

nice one.