Its almost 6pm, I'm sitting in an engineering computer lab alone, blinds drawn, not that it matters anyway: it's dark outside and has been for over an hour. This weekend it rained, not trickles but buckets and fucking buckets, absolute shit. It's still raining and Im sitting here, having worked my ass off all day, but with a huge grin on my face.
The summer of '07 was big, nah Immense! A whirlwind of hedonism with such a plethora of fun that looking back upon it, I hardly believe it happened. Sonar, Malaysia, Hungary, Exit and Serbia, Thailand, Laos, Glastonbury, Cambodia, Hong Kong, Bali and Glade. Every one of those words floods my heart, my mind, with memories. Yet every beautiful recolection leaves a bitter taste in my mouth as I simply cannot imagine quite as spectacular a 4 months ever occuring again. I've racked my brain and decided the only thing that could live up to '07 would be Summer '08: Roadtrip USA.
It's gonna be huge. Ginormous. Ginormous x 10. Julian and myself, a slick ride (the hardest part), an open road leading out west and at the end of that, Burning Man, absolutely dreams festival in the desert. The grin on my face is from the contemplation of the endless possibilities, choices and most importantly adventures to be faced. Im grinning as I look at a map of a huge country, which I was born in but do not really know. I'm grinning because I have an inkling of whats probably gonna happen. Work the plan today, make tomorrow, and just remember your middle name is adventure.
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