A few posts back I mentioned the first time I heard Avicii's Wake Me Up When It's Over. It was on our wedding night deep in the swamp. Micco Mann, that SOB FBI fuck sent me this pix following that post to let me know "they know everything." Apparently they comb the net for pixs of anyone they're looking for, like Nokosee and me. Unbeknowest to me, someone had taken a picture of us when we were at the Ultra Music Fest last year and put it up on Facebook. This was before Nokosee got his first tat, that way-cool bear claw thing clawing his bicep (see earlier post). He knew I was going bonkers in the Miccosukee Embassy because I couldn't leave it unless I wanted to get arrested and our baby Haalie taken away from us. But, as you probably know by now from reading our books, we're both pretty much certifiable so we took a chance. Houston Cypress, the Miccosukee Ambassador, found us a babysitter from the tribe and we took off in the middle of the night. I wanted to party like it was 1999-- especially since I knew Avicii was going to be there-- and "let my hair down" so I died it cotton candy lime and stuck it high and proud. I wore a traditional see-through patch work quilt cut-off top with my go-to metallic mini skirt I turned into a loin cloth. Nokosee wore a studded black leather vest and loin cloth. Believe it or not, we did NOT stand out from the crowd as you can see above. We had a wild and wonderful time and Special Agent Mann-- we know you read this blog-- we hope to do it again.
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