smiledsteelydan
male - 33 years, United Kingdom
Blog 3
I go it Ibiza every year and i love it.i have friends out there and they really make sure im took care of while i stay in this fantastic island.It all starts when i book my tickets,get to the airport...then get on the plane for crackin clubs like Amneiseia,(always the first one i go too) to space(chillin on the beach while complete strangers from all over the world are lovin it as much as me)...
During the time im out there,i always manage to get to one spot,just as the sun sets and think about stuff back home....this is sooo far away from London,and going back home is always the hardest thing to do.
Ibiza...you really gotta see it,wait,feel it to believe it.
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IBIZA
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dear dad
Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I
had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene
with Mum and you.
I've been finding real passion with Julie, and she is so nice, but I
knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercing's,
tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes , and because she is so much older
than I am.
But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant. Julie said that we
will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of
firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more
children.
Julie has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't, really hurt
anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other
people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so
Julie can get better. She sure deserves it!!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday,
I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many
grandchildren.
Love, your son, Joshua.
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Jason's house. I just
wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school
report that's on the kitchen table.
Call when it is safe for me to come home -
Dreams
A passing thought...a daydream....a wish......these are all that ive felt growing up as a child of a not so well off family.From the earliest memory's of Nan playing the newspaper bingo and if she won,too my mum promising me one day...i knew in my heart of hearts that this dream would someday come true.The days of standing in front of a large window,my breath against the glass, with 5 pence in my pocket,hungry and smoking a dog end roller,,,i felt even more empty handed when i had to leave.
A conversation that could never end if i let it,and a deep admiration for those that have.
A stop in my tracks no matter what,and even a nod when im walking to tell them,i will be there someday....honest...i will......
The first realization that it actually could happen,that this could be,the terror of a test thats all too sobering.
The long dark winter roads to meet an old freind that i have never met.And the family beside me like splints on a boneless leg.
The cover thats pulled back to reveal every inch.The smell,the sounds that i now own.
Without a doubt i have it,its right there.I can touch it,i can watch it,while the world sleeps we connect....we're as one we are,my old freind.
And i think about that promise....that big win......and i thank them with a nod,a smile,and a wink.
we journey into the unknown,across these Isles
And ive since been back to that window..breath on the glass....roller in my hand,five pounds in my pocket..And as im pulled away by time, i can only leave behind a memory...
its happened to me..yet...i still don't believe..
I have my dream.........
