33. Just as Much as You
Wild. That’s all I can say. In just two hours, I had gyrated to every soca song that I knew. Which was a lot. Jaz was such an epic person to be around, dancing with her, drinking with her, having paint smeared all over our body – it was thrilling. My hips swayed from left to right, as I held out the cup with my hand. My head was bowed, as we all ‘chip’ which was a phrase used to describe short steps, behind a truck that held a bunch of loudspeakers. “Look at you go girl!” Jaz screamed, turning around to bend over. I can’t help but laugh as she dances with a complete stranger. He held onto her waist, and together they rang out through the night. The alcohol was getting to my head, seeping in and making the music spin. I closed my eyes, feeling waves crash through my body, a smile co
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