it was a good night, minimal hangover.
so here is the spain story:
my friend and i were travelling through spain last september, and at one point found ourselves in a small whitewashed town called san jose on the almeria coast, surrounded by little but a spaghetti-western desert, and of course, the mediterranean. it was really fkn hot and we really wanted some hash, we kept talking about how that was the missing link to a moment of perfection. so, as a joke we decided to do a "dance" in the waves. we swam around in circles and every third stroke we would kick one of our legs backwards into the air, like damaged fish or something. it was ridiculous. we were chanting "bring us hashish" over and over inbetween the salty swallows and the laughing.
we went back to our towels and sat down. i started drawing in my journal. not even 15 minutes later 3 boys appeared and asked us if we would like to join them for some beach-grilled kabobs and some what?? hashish. no shit.
we smoked with them and tried to stay entertained but there was this whole euro-frat quality in the air, so i suddenly jumped up and said
NOWS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY FOR A SAND MOSQUE!!!
three hours or something later, the imaginary miniature muslim citizens of san jose had a new place to worship, complete with a meticulously tiled while-shell courtyard for prayer, created with the quality that could only come from two terribly high girls with amplified concentration and a determination NOT to hang out with the guys who got them high.
see you truely can get what you want, you just have to splash around like an asshole first.
by the way thanks for all the nice comments. *gosh*
so here is the spain story:
my friend and i were travelling through spain last september, and at one point found ourselves in a small whitewashed town called san jose on the almeria coast, surrounded by little but a spaghetti-western desert, and of course, the mediterranean. it was really fkn hot and we really wanted some hash, we kept talking about how that was the missing link to a moment of perfection. so, as a joke we decided to do a "dance" in the waves. we swam around in circles and every third stroke we would kick one of our legs backwards into the air, like damaged fish or something. it was ridiculous. we were chanting "bring us hashish" over and over inbetween the salty swallows and the laughing.
we went back to our towels and sat down. i started drawing in my journal. not even 15 minutes later 3 boys appeared and asked us if we would like to join them for some beach-grilled kabobs and some what?? hashish. no shit.
we smoked with them and tried to stay entertained but there was this whole euro-frat quality in the air, so i suddenly jumped up and said
NOWS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY FOR A SAND MOSQUE!!!
three hours or something later, the imaginary miniature muslim citizens of san jose had a new place to worship, complete with a meticulously tiled while-shell courtyard for prayer, created with the quality that could only come from two terribly high girls with amplified concentration and a determination NOT to hang out with the guys who got them high.
see you truely can get what you want, you just have to splash around like an asshole first.
by the way thanks for all the nice comments. *gosh*
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