Singing on the roof never seemed so plausible

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Mexico. What can you say about it? It was.... fucking RIDICULOUS. It was a blast, of course, but wow. So many bad choices were made. Such as... Salce wandering through the streets of Rocky Point shit faced, getting his ass kicked by a few natives, and then managing to convince them to give him a ride back to the condo with the extra added plus of a free beer from them. Then, there's the fact that he did the exact same thing the next night, but instead of being beaten up, he got lost and tipped a cop 6 bucks to take him to the house. There was sex between awkward and completely opposite participants, there were random, creepy guys trying to get in everyone's pants, there were the guys who LOVED me because I was gay, and felt they had to tell everyone around us about it, there were numerous drunkies who tried to break into our house, then we had Steven blowing his knee out. TWICE. There was so. so. SO. much crazy shit that went down. But overall, it was a good, relaxing trip. I spent my time...

On the beach. Falling asleep on the beach and getting burned. Drinking. Taking care of other drunkies. Dancing my damn ass of. Taking a million pictures. Trying to find the perfect gift for you. Playing guitar. Playing guitar on the roof. Sitting on the roof, alone, in the dark, staring at the stars, playing the song I wrote for you over and over because I couldn't stop thinking about you. Laying on the beach, thinking about you. Eating amazing shrimp. etc. etc. etc.

I just found myself far too lazy to continue this right now.