there is really nothing like a taste of la dolce vita (boone's blue, accept no imitations) while you huddle around a shitty firepit in some random asshole's (friend of a friend who lets you punch holes in his walls and not care) listening to shitty country radio in a busted run-down yard with a rotting wood fence, the crisp smell of GPC (ladies) and Marlboro (bros) stinging your nostrils while you dream of a better life.