Then I left yalson (with notebook and nitrous scars) and Dean at The Kills to visit the moronic After Shock tent where I danced away to shit tunes with a stupid grin on my face. I borrowed water from a mans, gave out a bunch of free balloons and accidentally inhaled some amyl nitrates in liquid form. Two hott chicks talked to me and gave me stickers advertising giveusdiamonds.tk
I organised multiple adventures with the crew and picked up brilliant people on the way
Being distracted forever whilst looking for 13stars because we were busy dishing out nitrous
Joining in the hokie cokie
Being punched in the face whilst finding a phallic light
Chatting in my tent with Red Chris, 13stars, Dean, Kappo and Banks about brilliant things including, but not limited to, receipts of purchase
In another place, the world is so damn weird. For the last two years my existence was put on pause as I always refused to believe I was actually living at King's. Now I've been enjoying the most brilliant summer I can imagine, but all the kids I hang out with are having to deal with their social groups being split up for the first time in seven years. And yes, I'm really eighteen and I'm off to university. It just doesn't make sense...