Arre baas bada naa yaar!!!!!

One crazy weekend, 48 crazy hours, very little sleep, couple of beers, way too many friends. Class was a party, canteen was a party, my room was a party, the party was a party, my head was a party and I was party to all these parties. I was caretaker, conaisseur, maitre de, partaker of many and user, abuser and consumer of many more.

And now im cleaning my room, my clothes, the cafe and tryin to get it all clean out of my head. The whole batch together, unleashed on a sleepy city, an unsuspecting hotel, we wreaked havoc, unleasing a spew of smoke, burps, swears, laughs and puke all over the place.

Damn nothing philosophical or even slightly intellectual this time either.

With blood on my hands. (literally)
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