For weeks, my roommate has not done anything but talk about the mysterious Fire Island, an island reached in two hours from New York. Gathered some 'friends decide to touch. We are thrown in parallel dimension. And 'long and narrow island, with no roads. The only two villages, Cherry Grove and Pines, are connected by a water-taxy and a wooden walkway that winds through the bungalows and seafood restaurants. A huge rainbow flag welcomes us on the 'Gay Island where everything is permitted. " Hundreds of men Muscled shirtless barefoot sipping drinks at the rate triggering debauched last piece of Bob Sinclair. The beach is huge. The clean water. It seems impossible that New York is a short walk from here. Surreal, especially when the Scandinavian Peter yells at me that he saw a reindeer and a big white bird. "No more alcohol!" I shout. To my amazement, I realize that the poor in Sweden is not drunk. The island is inhabited by deer and swans. Now give me a good reason not to move to this country!
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