Kos

The plane crashed onto the warm tarmac of the airport with a loud thump. It's a bit like my birth, apparently I fell on my head and it never recovered. My mother will deny that, but of course you don't admit it that easily as a mother. I still have a scar from a hood under my hair. On top of that, I was kidnapped around the age of 13 by a pack of smelly aliens who performed all kinds of tests on me. I've mentioned that before to one person or another, but of course everyone laughs at it. How would you be? Abducted by aliens, come on. Ok, I admit it, the whole thing about that birth and falling on my head was a piece of my mind. So we are in Kos and all the doomsday scenarios that were going to come true obviously did not come true. Didn't get sick, no cramps or bladder infections on the plane, no sore throat suddenly out of nowhere, nothing like that. As my cousin once said... nothing can happen, which of course starts to get boring in the long run. And so absolutely nothing happened. Apart from the alien abduction of course, that always plays a role when they put you back in a flying ship. And so, it's going to be an all-in, a binge week, it'll be clean with the kilos, but fuck it (buttfuckit), now let's go all out.

“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” ― Mark Twain