Around the World

As I approached the party I could hear the blasting music all the way from the

street. When I reached the back of the house to enter I could distinguish the song that

was playing; it was "It's good to be King" by Tom Petty. After waiting in a line to

enter I was finally in the loud, crowded house. Upon my arrival the host of the party

informed me that there were no cups left, and that I would have to look for one. So I

handed him my money as I was shoved into the next room by other arriving guest,

eager to enter. Every person there was present for their own personal reasons.

Whether these reason be social or simply for entertainment no one could tell. The only

thing we all had in common was our goal to consume alcohol.

As soon as I walked in the room I immediately could see and smell the smoke

that was lingering in the air around the house.

Letter from Jamaica

Stairs

Mardi Gras bead tree, North Shore Louisiana. Some ...

I was handed a cup by a friend.

Looking into it to see if it had been used, we both shrugged and turned towards the

basement. As I pushed my way through the crowd to look for the keg I immediately

knew it was in the corner because of the crowd surrounding it. Once I reached the

keg, I found myself waiting once again for my beer. The person who was filling up the

cups was not filling them first come first serve. He would fill the cups of his friends

first, then the girls, and then if he had to fill up his own cup he would. While doing this

he was talking his friend whose job it was to pump the keg when needed. People

were sticking their cups in...