|  |  | I won 500 tickets, 
        exactly, to a big grand party around a huge fountain in Hawaii at night. 
        500 tickets, all of which, got filled immediately with friends, family, 
        and friends of friends, etc... And I knew everyone. Cool. So, since everyone 
        knew that we would be able to jump into the pool at a prespecified time, 
        everyone dressed down in clothes they didn't mind getting wet, except 
        for me. Shirt, tie, suit, everything. I mean, I was the host, so, of course 
        I dressed nice. Uri, even though he wasn't a host, just a guest, asked 
        me what I was wearing, so he showed up in a suit too. Putz. Now both of 
        us can't jump into the fountain.  I go up to the calypso 
        singer and ask him where to get jeans and a t-shirt. He told me to fuck 
        off, so I dragged him away from the band, up a hill just along side the 
        whole festival I won tickets to, and told him to take me to where he lives. 
        We ran down a small highway through thick trees, littered with fallen 
        leaves, and the only light, however pleantiful, was that provided by a 
        full moon. I noticed as we ran, I following him, our shadows on the shoulder 
        of the road to our left. His was that of a big snake, and mine of a hippopotomus. 
        Oh yeah...
        Without warning, 
        he jumps over the shoulder of the road, and I quickly followed. We ran 
        just a short way, and then into a cave. There, he was immediately protected 
        by five big gorillas with sticks, yet while they protected him, they charged 
        me. I managed to get the stick away from one of them, and smacked him 
        in the head with it. All the gorillas backed away, and the one I hit removed 
        its head. It was a mask, as a matter of fact, they were all costumed women.
        I readied my stick 
        again to hit her once more, and she told me where pants and shirts were. 
        I grabbed on pair of jeans and one tshirt, and left. I go up to Uri, and 
        give it to him. I sit with some friends for a drink to relax, not telling 
        anyone what I did or saw. Then, after a couple drinks, everyone gets up 
        and circles the fountain. The fountain jets multiple streams into the 
        air in time with the calypso music screaming in from the background. Everyone's 
        in jeans and shorts and bathingsuits, except for Uri and myself. Looking 
        down, I see my parents and their friends led the way into the water, motioning 
        for Uri and myself to come in with them as well.
        I told Uri to go 
        change and put on the shitty clothes I got for him, and he runs off. I 
        start dancing with the ladies because the music is just so fun, and then 
        realize, I'm still not dressed for the fountain. I run back to that cave.
        I'm going down that 
        sam highway littered with fallen leaves and walled on either side with 
        thick thick forest. I see my shadow on the shoulder of the road to my 
        left again, the shadow of a hippo running as fast as me. I jump over the 
        shoulder just like I did before. I go into the same cave. The man I dragged 
        there earlier was gone, and the number of gorillas that charged me this 
        time was three. I aqcuired the stick from one of them, hit him in the 
        head with it, and he took off the mask once more as the other two retreated. 
        Again, it was a woman, but this one was beautiful. She tried to seduce 
        me, to keep me from the jeans and shirts, and almost won me over. But 
        I had to get those jeans and shirts for myself, otherwise I couldn't swim 
        in the fountain with everyone else, and they were expecting me; my being 
        the host and all.
        I pushed her off, 
        grabbed the clothes I needed, and ran back. I stopped now and again to 
        take something off, put something on, and by the time I made it back, 
        some people had come out already. I sat down for another drink by myself, 
        and saw a child walking around with fireworks strapped to its chest, ready 
        to go off any second, but they never did. They were the kind of pinwheels 
        that just spin and spin, spewing clorful flames in all directions. But 
        they never went off, no matter how long I stared. The fuses were sparkling 
        but not getting shorter. The child was playing with something or other, 
        but not too worried. And I stared at him. That's it. I dropped my drink, 
        ignored everyone trying to get me into the fountain, forgot about the 
        calypso guy I kidnapped in the middle of a performance, forgot about the 
        gorillas women up on that highway, forgot aobut everything. Everything 
        except the shadow of myself.
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