4.17.2012

Real life.

A memory #1

we're sitting under colonels tent, maybe hiding out from the sun for bit. Or maybe it's night time and we're hiding out from the crowd around the camp fire. It's the usual crew Xtina, Xara, brother Devon, Baba and me. Maybe a few others or a few less but theses ones always popes up once or twice while we're sat here, which is most of the time.
So what did we do while sat there? Nothing special, just talking shit about life and listen to music while having a few beers and stuff. It was the best of times, doing nothing at all but hanging out. Life was that simple, that easy, that great. But all good things have to come to an end, so I've heard. My question is "why"!?

The thing I miss the most when back home, besides the surfing, is the thing I think I took the most for granted while in Oz. How extremely easy it was to hang out. It was just so effortless. When we didn't have anything to do we did something together even if that something was doing nothing it was still great. Back home we have to plan weeks ahead to get togeather, it sucks to be honest.

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