Antibiotics, tattoos and weed

So on the 2nd of July me and my dad decided that it was time for me to go to the doctor for being ill for so long and there I got antibiotics. Then he forced me to stay at a camping where I would be close to a toilet.

Let me tell you, I really don't like campings. There are awful kids screaming and running, it's way to expensive and the rest of the people are above 60. But I met a dude who asked if I wanted to smoke weed with him. I ofcouse said yes and had a nice joint in the evening at the beach.

Then the next morning when I was half a sleep at the beach he woke me up to ask if I wanted to tattoo him, and I was like sure why not. It's not like I have anything better to do in my life right now besides being bored as fuck.

So I tattooed him, while sweat was dripping out of my gloves down my arms (disgusting, I know. Not a proud moment of my life). But yeah it turned out fine and he went of again and I was bored again.

So the next day I decided to go to another camping cuz this camping was just too expensive for me and went of to kalamata.Okumaya devam et