The afterglow carried me downstairs, I went to the back to catch some time of solitude. I find my friend Harri smoking his morning cigarette, I join in and inspire to conversation.
Jon, the killer from Melbourne came out of a gate made out of golden sunbeams. He rolls the J of fluid passion, and as I grab the skate I realize: This is not my BOARD!
Pretty fucked, walked among the monkeys, lions, zebras, hyenas, baboons and crocs. It was a shit day, but the wildlife kinda made up for it.
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