Why one crazy landlady in the house is worse than two on the roof

So my landlady lost it. During the last couple of days I have been indited with a wide range of different house-crimes amongst those are the theft of my next door roomie's shampoo, and having entertained illigal company. More specifically my old and dear friend Flemming slept over one night because we were going camping in the morning. The young man next door ratted me out to the landlady and the shit hit the fan. A house meeting was called because the indian-jewish spirits of the house had been disturbed by the unrest. This last part is purely speculation by the way. I call it as I see it you know? So now im F'ed in the A basically, because my pride prevents me from staying much longer in the asylum I have called home for the last 3 months, and it is not easy getting a place to stay for a month and a half without paying an arm and a leg. But hey, at least camping was fun.

We went to the North Shore and set up camp. We found a nice little private camping site called Friends of Malei Kahana (I finally managed to memorize the name, but still cant get the hang of the spelling though). We arrived and it seemed we had gotten the perfect spot. No one around to complain about the noice and inappropriate behaviour and the beach only a stone's throw away. We went kitesurfing for about an hour and when we returned at whole frekin platoon of the Boy Scouts were setting up camp next to ours. When an actual platoon of army guys decided to visit our camp later in the evening I had a nagging notion that we might not be welcome the following day. But what the hell: Seize the Day, no?

It turned out we didnt get kicked out at all. Not one complaint. Very tolerant or very deaf people. Rent of the trip was spent surfing and boozing making it a pretty perfect weekend.