After I got dropped off from rocking out at the music festival, a boy I had never met before, picked me up, let me stay at his house, touch all of his stuff, and didn't want anything in return! As he went to work, I showered and made myself comfortable. When he got in, he loaded me up in his high-up 4 wheel drive truck (complete with a huge speaker, bouncing around in the back, hitting his board for no reason - other than that he never took it out from the last dude that had his car).Christian was a surfer and was nice enough to take me to his favorite surf spot. it involved 30 minutes of semi-hardcore-offroading to get to. This was the best part of my vacation so far. Him just givin' her in this beast of a car with an open beer in one hand and his board laying neatly in the back.
I had a perma grin on my face, but he thought of the drive as an inconvenience that didn't allow him to go fast. "The only good thing is, it keeps the tourists away" he told me.
As we got to his surf spot, he did some sweet jumps for me so that I could be impressed, told me it was going to be an amazing sunset, and then showed me some more random "tourist sights" on the way home. We talked of life and love and the simple joys that people should experience. He made us pizza and we had some drinks. The next day he went away to work for 3 days, allowing me to have the house to myself, without even knowing me. He didn't even know my last name.
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