It was a hot summer day in Belgium, with temperatures rising above 30°C.
I woke up in sweat, looked at my alarm clock. 2 PM.
Hadn’t been able to catch sleep due to that damn heat!

The air smelled like liquid mix of flowers. The moisture added up with heat.
I felt like suffocating, but it was the claustrophobic feeling of my skin not being able to breathe.
Getting up was a good idea, I turned over the sheets. Got up into my slippers. Turned on my computer.
The poor thing would, just like me, have to survive the rest of the day in this heat.
I rolled up the curtains, to greet another day of my life. Some sense got into me while walking
towards the bathroom. After putting on some clothes and putting in my contacts, I was finaly
able to start the day/afternoon. Checking facebook right before I went to grab some food.
3 new notifications, 1 of them was a picture of July & Joyce. The two were hanging around a supermarket,
in the middle of the night, taking pictures, posting them on facebook and adding them in a new album
called “no life”. I was used to the everyday shit they put up, weird but true they tagged me in the pic.
I emediately replied: “why am I tagged bitchzzz?”. I have this reputation of adapting my way of being
to the person I communicate with. This usualy ends up with different people having different opinions about me.

I soon forgot about the message and picture all in one. Went downstairs to grab me some food to silence
that damn stomach-growl. After food and a good shower to wash away the sweat, I went back to my PC.
1 new notification, seeing that the 2 previous unread are not new. They replied, “YO MOMMA!”.
Alright, I’m not gonna discuss that. Facebook was just not the way to talk serious to these girls.
My cell went off, 1 new message from Joyzz. I opened, curious to see what she’d say now.
“We’re gonna chill around and maybe go to the lake, you come along?”. NOT REALLY. I threw the cell away,
though aimed for a soft spot such as my bed. I’m to drowsy to be going out the house today.
It’s vacation after all. Suddenly an image from my mind reappeared. Last vacation was just like this. Deja Vu. Maybe I should go out, what is there to lose? I grabbed my old puma’s from the shelf and went downstairs to scrub them up. I didn’t really have a pair of shoes to go with.

I grabbed back my cell, 1 new message from Joyzz. Alright now what? “Just come along, we’re bored”.
Let me give you a little side-info, about Joyce. I met her at school. She, apperantly, was in my class.
July was in that class as well but soon changed school. I knew her pretty well. She was the kinda girl
you wouldn’t have to tell alot of bad stuff just for jokes. Her self esteem was very low. Remarkably,
she covered it up by doing crazy stuff and acting hyperactive, not my problem, unless she was around you.
July never seemed the hyperactive type, more calm. But if you stir it up, she will join the action.
So both of them act pretty stupid and childish in public. That’s why I wasn’t so positive about going to the lake.

I sent a message, “Alright, I’ll be at your place in 40 mins”. Not a second later she replied: “GOOD”.
Took my bike and drove the centre of my little village. Took the bus to her village where I had to take
another tram, which got stuck and eventualy I had to go a long way before actualy standing on her porch,
where we are right now! We’re standing here and I’ve just ringed the bell twice with no answer.
Goddamnit I should’ve known better. They’re probably shooting a movie of me here right now… Better act casual. A briliant idea came to me, “they could be sitting outside”. I went to the side, suddenly being scared by their BIG DOG. I forgot about her Austrian Black and Tan Hound. It had a name but it escapes me as I was trying to figure where they were. Joyce soon arrived on scene. “Finaly”, she said, “We gotta get some booze”. I replied, “Can’t you just be happy with some Ice tea? It’s fucking hot out here!”. She stared at me. It seemed as though she didn’t hear what I said. She smiled, “You get my brothers bicycle”. She opened the gate, making the dog nearly bite my cock away. I yelled at it, and I remembered from before, the dog was afraid if you did that. I scratched his throat, he enjoyed it and he started licking my hands. “Eyoww, damn dog”. Joyce said: “You better, but the stuff we need because we’re all outa money”. -“What? I’m not the one who wants the booze, Just gimme Ice tea”. -“We don’t have anymore, or something, let’s just go man”. She smiled again. July came around the corner, “long time no see”. “Yeah”, I replied. “We better get moving then? What do you wanna buy, got an idea?”. Joyce soon said back: “We need
some Malibu and we’re gonna try to make a cocktail!”. -“What kind of cocktail?”. -“Maybe ummm, Piña Colada?”. I sighed deeply. “We’re gonna make a cuba libre with Bacardi, ok?” I replied. “Fine by me” said July.

The supermarket was overpopulated by people we refer to as old. Their slow asses did not answer the vivd mood we were going through. It troubled me. The pressure, the moist heat! The girls that did not need booze more to become completely insane. I had to keep an eye open for them. Inside the supermarket, it seemed as though bacardi wasn’t really there. I took another alternative bottle of rum, which caused another discussion wether Bacardi was rum or not. Meanwhile every old slacker that passed us took a good look at me, as if I was the one responsible for the trouble. We were standing at the exit eventualy, with a bottle of malibu. They wanted to take overprized champagne, but sinceI was paying I refused to take it along. Back at her house, I didn’t even go inside yet. When I finaly was inside the fresh house, I was soon taken into the spirit of the music that was playing there. It came from television. They opened the bottle & drank it very fast. I took some good sips as well.

There we lay, talking rubish on the sofa. Talking about what we would be doing in the future. “Are you going to Qbase festival?” said July. “No, it’s too expensive for my broke ass.” is what I said. -“But you don’t ever go with us”.