Part fizzour
	By HARRY GOLDFARB
(P.S-' wrote this after a bonzer night of 'trixedness)

So somehow I'm walking around with Dave now, which is funny
 cuz he's Dave. I found it odd that I wasn't seeing anyone 
else from Cinnaminson while walking around. Dave somehow got
 us a hefty amount of bahaminian herb and I was a happy man. 
Thank god I had purchased a small bowl earlier in the tent that
 smelled weird. Since we had stuff, and something to put it in, 
we did just that. But where u may ask? On the beautiful, scary, 
scary streets of Nassau. We were just 2 tourists in a world of 
hair braiders, Rasta men and stray dogs. Along the way, Dave 
tells me that he's gotta pee. So we casually stroll into a 
cheap hotel. Dave heads for the bathroom and I'm left in the 
lobby with about 7 or 8 people staring at me. So I take a seat 
in a chair I find, and try to remember why we came in here. 
I look to my left and I see a huge green parrot resting on the 
chair next to mine. 
	So I begin conversation with my colorful friend. He 
tells me that Dave and I should be heading back to the boat 
soon or we're gonna get yelled at. I thank my friend for his 
wisdom and me and Dave leave. I guess we go back to the boat 
at this time, I can't really remember right now. We go to our 
respective rooms and I head to the Jacuzzi cuz I'm feelin' good. 
The lineup included Chris Mattern, Tom Lane, Scott Gideon, 
Anthony Doroz, Tom Salerno Me and Dave. (There was obviously more) 
I know what you're thinking, what are all these people doing 
hanging out? WHY THE HELL NOT WERE ON A FRICKIN BOAT. Plus it 
made for some good conversation. In the hour I was in the Jacuzzi 
I managed to lose my sunglasses AND my key to my room. Yes I know, 
I'm da man. It's funny how I haven't seen any of my roommates for 
like 3 hours now. 
	Eventually, I crash again, hard. Passing out like a champ 
along with P-Ri, we slept 4 hours I think, until dinner rolled 
around. We awake to the beautiful sound of fists pounding on our 
door. I fall off the top bunk and answer the door, only to find 
that we have to be ready for dinner in like, 15 minutes. I'm still 
pretty sloshed, and the lovely Nicole Angelone helps me get dressed. 
I'm looking snazzy as we walk to dinner, sporting the combed 
hair (!!!), tie and all. Much of dinner is a haze, but I do 
remember lots of pictures I didn't want and food that tasted 
horrible. I even ordered the Duck just too look at the poor guy. 
All sliced up and what not. Evening wear champ for that night: 
Lauren Hilla'. We enjoyed only 5 or 6 cups of coffee that night 
and I had to get outta my Structure shirt and matching khakis. 
After changing, I began to sober up. I think. Maybe.
	You know transition words like "Next", "Subsequently", 
and "in Conclusion"? I HATE "EM. phuck transitions. I'll type 
whatever the hell I wanna type. Comedy life size chess games 
were going on, and a D.J was setting up. I think Izzy kicked 
Chip's ass in chess, which is awesome. All of Cinnaminson was 
gathered up on that raised platform on the deck, overlooking 
the pool and dual Jacuzzis. Ah, the youth of today. We were 
the life of the boat. That's really cool to me. And boy did 
we kick ass. How long was that Conga line? Like, 125 people 
or something? We party Hard. I was dancing and the vibe was 
good. Even tho the D.J was kind of crappy. What happened next 
I couldn't tell ya. PLEASE HELP ME I THINK I'm starting to 
doubt any of this is true. Just assure me that if I keep 
writing that it will be the truth.

Part 5 (THE DISCO). eventually. after the pink elephants go away….