Summer 2005

Finally came, the last day of school. For me, the last day of school is like a slave of liberation. I am one of the children I do not want to go to school (I am fine), I would rather spend the day at home and want to help my mum at home. For this reason, summer is always my favorite time (I like it more than Christmas), I am excited more by the day of school than ever. After I finished washing, my mother put her hair in two beautiful puff balls.

Every time I see something I like, I always work in style "I want to make something similar". It brought many bad creative decisions as well as some explosives. After doing improvising performances in Chicago in the summer of 2005, I decided to do improvisational performances forever, and it made me feel very energetic. After seeing almost all the imitating films I saw from 2003 to 2004 and hobbying, I wrote a full-length script for a year. It is called the best man, my friend told me that it was awful

Beginning with the first sparse unforgettable "Islero" note, I was brought back in the summer of 2005. That summer, God. That terrible, wonderful summer. I ruined my life last year, I think it will be my summer of repair except that it is all fucking down what I am doing. That summer, God. In March of that year, I left Chicago after living in Chicago for five years. I will come to Milwaukee in the fall and I will start refreshing in a fresh town. At the same time, I returned with my parents. I am not at home. In the evening, after work, I went to one of the two bars in Kinosha. So, all my sad drunk rogue friends went out. On the day off I was walking in the forest - the heat was cruel, and the wooden canopy provided cold green comfort. I went to Chicago, watched the show, went drinking with friends, tried to recall the reason why I left, went to Milwaukee, found a community, sat on a Hi-Fi cafe for several hours, and shopping for records Went to

I parted from a 4 year old girlfriend, friends and family are very irritated. So this summer has become an epic. It began with the phone of a longtime friend "J" who invited me to go to Cali with his uncle (Jack) and his uncle's friend (John). In search of adventure I grasped the opportunity, my parents were still willing to part with my predecessor to pay for my flight and the hotel room (shit victory). When planning a trip, I was told that it is a typical sightseeing trip, you know Hollywood and all jazz. A few days before departure, the first failure of my plan worked fine. I was told that a packaged camping trip changed the plan to save money and we will camp on most nights in the state park. The state park camp in New Jersey is very different from the situation in Cali, I have not forgotten at the moment.

People, strangers, you have met once in life, have never met, and perhaps you never see you again and again? If so, why?