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Forever young.

Forever young.

Yeah forever young, that’s the dream of some people and if you visit California especially Los Angeles  you either feel that you entered Hollywood set of the Frankenstein or people really got the elixir of life and are forever young. Unfortunately the elixir or the makeup for Frankenstein are both second hand, since the signs of ageing are clearly visible behind the botox of those plastic fantastic bodies walking on the streets and scaring the jaysus out of ya.

However we all most likely remember the young years, especially if you were away from home and living on private or dormitories, where the time stood still and party never ended, well except the few rare occasions when everyone pretended to study for exams. Ahh where are those days when sleep was just something, you heard about it from your parents, who tried to convince you that it is important. What a waste of good and valuable time, mostly just good well better said great times, as night time was the time to party, drink, talk and yes even making those funny body movements with assistance from species of opposite sex.

The hunter gatherer society was still alive then, as we all tried to hunt for some female species or convince them that we are not hunters but sophisticated men of higher class and that the room is not a cave where are carnal desires fulfilled but the safe space for talks and forever holding hands. Yeah well, sometimes the game had to be played and sometimes it was just simple drag to cave and moments I mean very long moments 15 min later kick them out of the cave. 

Not to forget to mention the gathering as gathering provisions aka food was the second most important task after hunting female species, since the energy  spent on hunting and associated tasks, needed to be replenish. What a great society of gatherers / thieves / speakers since the talking was the most important task of intelligence gathering as with any food gathering the first come first serve rule applies very strictly. It was important to know who received food parcel from home or who had made some money, later converted to food and therefore be first in line at the door with friendly smile and welcome ‘hey pal, how are ya ?’ which was usually start of the food gathering or stuffing. Yeah stuff your belly like the world is going to end in next fifteen minutes, or before the another gatherer will arrive.

This rare occurrence was rare like total Sun eclipse, as food parcel delivery info was guarded more secretly than the area 51. Therefore the usual food supplies and staple diet was either consisted from pasta, rice and cereals which was balanced for nutritional purpose with vitamin B…. eer and other vitamins depending what was available in the local pantry, mostly vitamin B…eer as that was the most cheaper version and this vitamin is really important for our bodies. Occasionally it was vitamin S…livovica aka homemade plum brady. The Italian diet of pasta with pasta or maybe for special occasions Pizza was staple for most of the days, when the work was not readily available and therefore the shallow monetary rewards were not available and exchange society unfortunately no longer existed, since the invention of the colored paper, which people valued very much.

Yes what a great times to be young.

Well if you want to be forever young, you can become scuba diver instructor and depending on the season, you might feel like you are forever young as the diet is again Italian and monetary rewards are occasionally good. The sun is shining so you might get lucky to get a nice healthy tan, which together with skinny and lean body from “exercise” or lack of food or bot , seems like you are forever young. Smiles are everywhere and good mood is either caused by happiness or delirium from hunger, who knows and no one really say the truth as the Scuba Diver life is the Dream life.  It certainly is but sometime the reality hits home.

Part 1

Part 1

Hurricane, Storm  and minimalistic architecture

Hurricane, Storm and minimalistic architecture