I think I had to hang out in Tortola all day while the couple that got married was out scuba diving or snorkeling or something. I think I extended my stay by a week while on Jost Van Dyke... and I timed it to be when the Full Moon Party was happening just to see how it is. I waited out in the rain... I found some bar that the taxi drivers would go to. Like they were all sitting in there below this big tower of villas... and they would get drunk and drive. I was there drinking for like 5 hours.

I recorded some audio but it is in the last video behind the pictures.

Later that night I was exhausted from all that drinking. When we went to the Bomba place... they explained to me that it was the off season so it wasn't very busy. I just wanted some food, I ate... Outside this guy was boiling the mushrooms in a big pot over the fire and I was like - "I think the fire is too hot..." and he was like "The hotter the better." and I don't think thats right. The potion was weak.

Anyway... so there was my last chance to get laid by some debauchery... at this point I just wished I could go back to Jost Van Dyke with those warm beers and draw stuff. That was really nice. I feel like I touched on something... like not being able to focus on one thing but you are forced to when you can't do anything about stuff. Like losing one of your senses the riest get better... you are just focusing more on it and not being spread out in your thinking. The world didn't matter because I could not affect it.

I am glad I stole these moments... I shouldn't have and feels like I have taken something sacred. But there are cameras everywhere now.

I think we smoked weed they had in their freezer or something. And I slept out in some small room in their Villa. Their whole family was there... or several families.

Then they drove me to go home. I was heading to St. John's for one more night. Originally I was planning on staying somewhere on St. Thomas but I couldn't figure it out in time so just went back to that lady's land.

While I was waiting for the ferry boat, there was chickens all around. Same chickens I could have eaten the night before... a whole bunch of chickens... and there was a baby chick that didn't seem well and falling asleep on its feet and the mom leaving it behind. The guards were joing that it was a drunken chicken. The whole thing really disturbed me. Maybe I never realized that babies sometimes don't make it. They make it so far but what is the point if I am just going to eat you? I can't tell you to strive my little chikadee.