Oliver Benjamin
work to do out here! I haven’t had my share of the oysters yet!”
The dance continued through the night. And when dawn broke
over the ocean, I was so moved that a tear fell from my eye. I didn’t
enter the sea, though. I didn’t need to. I suffered a baptism of fire the
previous night, as I had suffered a baptism of blood in Greece. I sat
down and watched the bloody fireball climb over the edge of the
earth. It was time to decide where I was going to go from here. All I
knew was that it would have to be a land of freedom where everything
was allowed, where craziness was revered and where every
hedonistic indulgence could be administered to instantaneously.
Goodbye holy land. Hello hellhole.
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