Båstad.

Ive been sitting for three nights now trying to write a long recap of my weekend in Båstad but it always sums up to the same conclusion anyway. The people are miserable cunts that needs to learn one thing or another about
1. How to treat people
2. A serious crash course in economics to learn what you can spend 16000 Dollars on instead of a bottle of champagne.
3. To not dress like every other fucking idiot that is there.
4. Learn to not play the same son of a bitch song you heard on the other dance-floor 5 minutes ago and then play it again 10 minutes later.
5. To smile every once in a while and not standing in your little cockass VIP corner looking stiffer then a mfka trying to pick up some of the girls that also everybody look the same with some champagne.

Well, this was a nice version of it. Time for me to sleep now, Amsterdam looking pretty great. Cant tell you more right now.