i learned several valuable things from my trip to jamaica
1) i fucking hate flying and will endeavor never to do so again
2) i'm not much of a tropical sorta guy. i like cool temperatures and snow doesn't bother me, but high 80's with shit tons of humidity aint my bag.
3) obtaining weed is so ridicously easy that we scored at the airport before we had even boarded our bus and every 3rd person on the island is apparently a drug dealer
4) after dark don't travel alone. one of my friends got mugged just going nest door to margeritavilla. luckily the beach is pretty well patrolled by cops and security and they broke it up before my dude got hurt. i personally didn't have any trouble at all traveling alone after dark, but i'm not really what most people would think of as an easy victim. looking angry helps keep the riff raff away.

one of my friends with the chef's special brownies

our lovely pool

some jamaican countryside with beautiful brushfire smoke

a scary ass bamboo bridge which i was sure would snap under my ponderous weight...

a mandatory sunset shot

Ugudishmish, a carved idol i now worship, in a heavy rain

my buddy Shen who shelled out the 30 grand for the trip, and his old lady

more jamaican countryside. most of jamaica is countryside.

a large hill or small mountain depending on where you're from mon....

the view out of the back of our villa to the beach.
and last for now is the warning paper they put in every pack of rolling papers telling you you've only got ten wraps left, time to buy more.

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Kill Whitey.