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It’s 2 am and i’m freezing, soaking wet and laughing.

I just pulled my little row boat out of the water and the oceans water is still stinging my eyes as I wring out my hair. I’m still laughing.

I’m laughing at the whole thing and my friends can hear me from miles out into the sea as my voice echos in the distance.

I didn’t do it for anybody else except for the pure thrill of being alive. And for music. And to see my friends off and maybe catch one show. It’s not like I didn’t have the money, or the time, it was just like I said, for the thrill of fun. This was evident.

It was dark and cold and I didn’t really have a plan and I didn’t even want to stay long. I can’t even remember where it all even began, like a dream, no end and no beginning. I didn’t even want to go to the islands, I think that’s why I brought my own boat and attached it to the side of the ship when I got there. I knew I wanted to jump ship before we got to Cuba or sooner I presume. How far is Cuba? This whole task for sure was an ardent dedication and I was determined. It felt like fierce passion at the time and I was laughing on the inside.

When I actually caught up to the ship and tied off my little boat, I climbed up to the side and heard the music kick it. Heady was the first person that I saw and he quickly concealed me and brought me to RJ and Stacey and then Chris showed up too and we started dancing, I think that it was JFJo that was on stage because I definitely remember the smile on Reed Mathis’ face.

I heard the staff of boat crew scurring around asking why there was a row boat attached to the side of the ship and that someone must have stowed away. I knew they’d just follow the water trail so I said my piece and danced my last desire and after a quick bon voyage to my friends I hurried back to to my boat to head out. That apparently was good enough for me, that was all I came to do. We were only about 20 miles out to sea and off the coast of Florida and I could still see land so I hopped in my little boat just in time to say “Sayonara!” to the staff as they screamed their obsenities at me. I was still laughing.

When I returned to the dock and the chilly waters of the Atlantic, the crew guys at the dock looked at me in amazement and one of them handed me a sandwich. My hair dripped cold waters onto the bread and made it all soggy but I ate it anyway, it had been an exhausing adventure. Worth it, that’s how I felt and I couldn’t explain why.

It was an awesome dream. Really it was about sneaking onto Jam Cruise! I have no idea why but it was hilarious and so real, I had to wake up and write it down. I have plans in January already and that’s what’s so funny, it truely felt like it was just a quest in the name of music and fun. Good night. Sweet dreams.

-B

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