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I spent about twenty-five dollars to get drunk with a group of mostly Americans in a Chilean bar. Only reason I went there in the first place was to try and find someone to go with me to a drum and bass party in an abandoned refrigerated storage building in Valparaiso (adjacent town, about a fifteen minute bus ride away).
Worst part is, most of these kids are only here for a couple more weeks (there are a handful of us here for the semester, which starts in march and ends third week ofJuly) and Iīll likely never see any of them again. I was trying to get some action (my nuts are swollen and itīs affecting my health) but the only girl really paying any attention to me was some other bitchīs 17 year-old host sister.
Itīs hard to lay it on too heavy when your conversation skills are like those of a five year-old with learning disabilities. Man, do I love being alive...
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The never-ending quest to find a reason to smile...
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