It's about that time of year again - round up the crew hope on a boat and head to the nature isle. Yes, Creole festival, while the festival is great, we go for the lime - this year I'm staying over for a week. One week of liming, feteing, drinking and little to no sleep (that and carnival is the only time I have no problem with my insomnia). So let's see, crew, check, ticket, check, apartment, check, ride check, money, check, alcohol check - what else you want to have a great time in a foreign isle.
DA we coming.
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
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