(18 year old inie, imagine if he met 23 year old inie. Still rocking the mohawk.)
I finally have got the energy to write something again. AIB was amazing, if you were there you know you had fun. Olivier was brilliant, manipulating the ladies up front while the dudes standing at the back looked on jealously. Thanks again to the boys Chonsak and Ibrahim. And the DJ's. And the AIB family. And the lovely lady that i wished i had spoken to. And the conversation i had with Ishola about ignorance. And that poor lady whose wine i accidently knocked over. And her Bf who tried to swell his chest and start something but thought twice when he got a good look at me. Good Times, man Good Times. It was my equivalent of Thanksgiving.