my fate is a flying cocroach

okay. it might have been a good idea at first.
one week in the legendary summer vacation of 2012 and already half the animal kingdom has unleashed an attack on us, one bruised ass, and 24 hours of sleeplessness no less.
 there are days at the end of which i have to think really hard to recollect all the places we have been to. we wake up, cook poorly anything that can be made out of half a chicken wing and rice, we start off our nocturnal expeditions just the three of us intending only on having one drink and end up 7 hours later with four more people after having marvelled at greek food and many more drinks than one would ever care to count. crazy bus rides to and from archaelogical sites where we stick out like greeks in a tavern between the seas of fair skinned tourists. losing our way under the unforgiving burning sun and talking with suspiciously kind strangers. my friend has this ridiculous white knit big hat that looks like a lame european cousin of a sombrero that screams 'tourist', tottaly misleading the locals, only for when they realise we are greek to get overexcited and treat us like a rarity. people are either bored or genuinly kind, asking us where we come from and what brings us here. little did they know that their beloved island was just as well as anywhere else that included free housing.
we met two people literally from the exact opposite ends of the country, another one that studies in Rumania and another that smokes tobacco mixed with weed all day long, from dusk till dawn. he is the one that taught us not to bother sleeping after 4 am if he have to be up by 11 am. so this is what we are trying out, even though it is not working as well for all three of us.
still, i cannot sleep.
of course, i have had those god awful moments when everything and everyone sets your teeth on edge and makes you want to growl menacingly at the universe, but it is a reasonable price to pay. i think.. it is just that when everyone retells the story of their lives they always tiptoe around the shitty stuff, but not i, i am brutal with my life and i like to clarify that even if you are on a road trip to heaven, you are inevitably going to get smacked by the devil's tail at least once. but every choice is in the end yours and all the breaths you take are voluntary.