Hey, let's escape. We've been friends for years and we don't want the same, and we can't share space, but at least we can agree on a destination and not getting away for getting away's sake. There's no fairytale trip; have you ever slept rough in an airport in Europe? Each coast washes up shit, but if it's a shore I've never seen then I'll endure it. I'm not getting away for getting away's sake. We'll probably get asked if we're selling drugs, and we'll probably get mugged because every tourist does. You've got more money for drinks when the hookers are rough, and by week two we got used to the taste of blood. By week two we got used to the South Beach cops, dress codes, which notes get you a drink or not, which limits got crossed when British kids got shot, and which spirits make peach tea the perfect drop.

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