« on: March 18, 2016, 05:14:03 pm »
Thanks. Kinda liked writing it. Just flowed, didn't even know what it was to begin with. Words kind of popped in my head first and led to the memory, later.
Story is I'm six months or a year into being broken up from ExT4gR4m and so's my mate "Yeti" and we've reconnected after years apart and carried on like we did when we was 18 - mainly booze and pot and being unemployed and f'kin miserable. So one night (can't remember which) I'm like "Wilderness. Wilderness and Tequilla." and Yeti is like "Yeah, fuck it"
So we're pretty wasted by the time we climb into a couple of kayaks and I remember paddling out to an island with a pub on it and then it's the next day and I wake up, lying on a beach, f'kin no idea how. I literally cannot even. There's voices and some people are getting in a boat on the shore and trying to act all cool in front of the kids whilst still conveying an urgency to leave. Sun was baking, nearly noon but I vaguely remember a thunderstorm last night. No idea where Yeti is but there's only one boat on the beach.
No worries, I look down to find I'm cradling half a litre of Jose and fresh orange mix like a newborn baby. Breathe a sigh of relief. No need to deal with any of this shit right now.