wow...
well guys...im back. what can i say? it was an amazing two weeks. just.....damn, beyond words man. i love it. sudak was amazing. i was drunk almost every evening, stole a brik of camels, got to third base with a chick, and to second with another. man, my first kiss was unfor-fucking-gettable. what else? i had a sweet ass roommate. the living conditions were bad(i shitted less than once a day) and the food worse(the damn mashed potatoes made me throw up twice), but the camp was amazing. i drunk a LOT of vodka. the third day, i drunk a half-liter by myself. not a smart idea. but amazing. there was this castle on a hill, and i wasted about 5 bucks shooting a damn wooden bow into a target 2 meters away. the sea was soooooo clean! you could always see the bottom. there were piers to jump off of, and i did. a lot. i tanned to hell. what else. so like, the fourth day, i was watched tokyo drift(dubbed into russian) and this chick crawls onto my lap. now, im not the kind of guy to push hot chicks(or kinda cute) off my lap. the next day we got to talking, and she turned out to be really cool. the day after that we went to a club and i got drunk off two things of longer(7% vodka and juice) and two sex on the beach's(some shit, i dunno what.) she left early, and i with her, and we kinda just kissed. that was fun. she was in a this hot black corset, and you know what? i like corsets. afiget. russian fer holy shit amazing. i got to third the day after. but in public she pushed me away and shit. two days of that shit and i stopped liking her. or actually, i realized didnt like her in the first place. i frenched some other chick, and about half an hour after that, the first chick (her name was ivana) apologized and said i passed some kind of test and she wanted to be with me. Well, i told her to fuck off (kindly), and that was that. unfortunatly, the other chick (natasha) was drunk, and we didnt get anywhere. but shit, we had plenty of hot-as-shit chicks at camp. fuuuuck. hm...i met a soul-brother there. you know, one of those people you are sooo alike to, its like instant brother-bond. the kids name sasha, and hes a hell of a lot like me. actually, he was my second when we stole (or in russian, communised) the brick of camel. i think i smoked about 5 packs of camel lights (shit i like those cigs) in all my two weeks. a lot. but lemme tell you about that. i was about the 8th day, and we were bored. there was some trip to a monastary, but you had to pay, an i was out of cash. so sasha came up with the idea to steal a brick(10 packs in a box) of camel lights. there was a kiosk where the window was huge, and the cashier always walked away if you ordered something else. so i ordered a brick of camels, she put it in the window, and then i asked fer five beers. while she went to get the beers, i took the brick and ran. sasha was waiting behind another kiosk, and i threw the brick to him. she shoved it inside a pocket, and calmly walked back to the sanatorium where we were staying. then, the last night, we went to a really expensive club-returaunt. i ordered a black russian which cost me 4 bucks. it was meh. i also tried a water-pipe on water and cherry tabacco but it was so-so. but that night i was called by the narrator(what do they call them in english again? the guy who was leading the entertainments) to use this thing called a trainer of alen d'alon.(some famous french actor whose amazing bed, apparently.) its a rubber string with two wine corks tied to the bottem. i tie them to my belt and let them hang. then i thrust my hips and try to hit the corks with my head ten times. well, i got three, and as a prize, a thing of wine. it was hard.it was amazing. there was an otaku girl, masha-kun, who bought me a half-liter thing of vodka. yay otaku ties. well, im done fer now. trust me, it was fucking amazing. love you yall, and im glad im home. ima be in ny on sept 1st, aight? peace out.