http://www.fortunathatviciousslut.org/2009/07/18/jack-colt-feared-to-be-victim-of-terrorism-soiree/ Tue, 07 Feb 2012 02:51:07 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.2 http://www.fortunathatviciousslut.org/2009/07/18/jack-colt-feared-to-be-victim-of-terrorism-soiree/comment-page-1/#comment-9 Jack Colt Tue, 21 Jul 2009 03:07:44 +0000 http://www.fortunathatviciousslut.org/?p=723#comment-9 I am well. The night following the bombing was a strange one. I should not have started it with long island ice teas. The gastric mix of Larium, Bintang, and Strawberry margaritas did not agree with my thick blood. I went to the Sky Garden, taking my chances, and hoping I would be the only survivor in case someone decided to blast the damn place. Like everybody else upon arrival, I was awarded a VIP pass. The Sky Garden understands there is nothing worse than not being a VIP at a party. I only have a mild recollection the rest: Dancing to poor electronic music, two whores and another man in a dull hotel room on Poppies 2, my alarm clock at 5am, waiting on the beach in Jimbaran. Noxious. Embarking on a very fast boat with two Ausssies and a boogie boarder. The boat was fast. Too fast maybe. It broke down the next day. I now found refuge in the Jungle. No distraction but the Cambodian weed of Captain Keke. Until later, Jack Colt. I am well. The night following the bombing was a strange one. I should not have started it with long island ice teas. The gastric mix of Larium, Bintang, and Strawberry margaritas did not agree with my thick blood. I went to the Sky Garden, taking my chances, and hoping I would be the only survivor in case someone decided to blast the damn place. Like everybody else upon arrival, I was awarded a VIP pass. The Sky Garden understands there is nothing worse than not being a VIP at a party. I only have a mild recollection the rest: Dancing to poor electronic music, two whores and another man in a dull hotel room on Poppies 2, my alarm clock at 5am, waiting on the beach in Jimbaran. Noxious. Embarking on a very fast boat with two Ausssies and a boogie boarder. The boat was fast. Too fast maybe. It broke down the next day. I now found refuge in the Jungle. No distraction but the Cambodian weed of Captain Keke. Until later, Jack Colt.

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