SHEESHA // HOOKAH

Click for more to feel like the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland

"We need to go out, I'm bored out of my fucking mind," I say to my cousin, "Let's go to Med Café," - there's some sort of underlying message within those two little words, "Med Café"... By the time we both realize it, with all the excuses made up and the clock doing the usual ticking, it's five minutes to twelve and it's too late... 

I'll never get to see the Mediterranean turquoise tiles against the backdrop of the white, or the arched metallic-walls with printed views that look like somewhere in Greece... Somewhere in heaven. I'll never feel like the delusional caterpillar from Alice In Wonderland, or feel light-headed like an air balloon. Why? Because it was all a nightmare. 

When I wake up, I'm slightly depressed when I realize I have to go school. Some kids in Math class talk about the American word for sheesha, "hookah"... What a bunch of cunts. At night time, I have the same nightmare, and this recurring nightmare is recrudescent, and then stops after a week. I'm not going to go into any analytical bullshit because it's just too hard to bare the thought of having to analyze intangible desires. 

Just a month and a half until I get back to the land of palm trees and pearls. Am I going to give sheesha up just because it's bad for me? Probably not. One wise Lana Del Rey once said, "Live fast, die young, be wild, have fun" and this makes total sense if you're a teenager. I'm not even going to equate the "die young" and "be wild" part with sheesha, but you get the point, right? 

I'm not even sure where I'm getting with this post, but I haven't posted in a while and I thought this would help. 

Love you drugsters, XOXO