Thou shalt not give up

I'm home, back to the continious rain and hangovers.

Oh how I've missed you.

I wont bore you with my accounts of America to cut a long story short there were:

Good times, long days and nights, amazing people that ill never forget, endless meetings, fag hagging in middle america, and a handfull of kids that actually made it worthwhile.

There was also:

glittery celings with checkered floors, Clay in my hair, Drunkern Hebrew chanting, Sharing hotel beds with random strangers, Drinking keg beer out of red plastic cups, Doing the electro lake dance, 18 hours journeys, Ghetto clubs, Binge eaters anon, Far too many E numbers, Sober dancing and PDA.

But my god am I happy to be home.