A big part of being at a hostel is confronting yourself.
There's people around you all the time.
People you get along with, people you don't; people you find interesting, people you don't; people you see yourself in the future with,
people you don't.
And while these types of people check in and out, or extend their stay because they met more people they like than not,
you start figuring out that you too are a part of the big group
on the terrace, of the few on the dinner table and of the
intimate one-to-one chats.
But Jon is an exception.
Jon is a legend.
Jay looks at Jon mumbling #chokeonit while I look at Jay.
'He's so truly himself.'
Jay's admiration for Jon existed since day one #thatswhateverybodysays and his legacy is one that everyone who was lucky enough #privilagedbitch to experience has been enriched with by hilarious wit #uhuhitswhipbitch and comfort.
Jon is, in understatement a diva.
He will let no pun untouched and no word unpunned. there is no such thing as literal meaning in Jon's vocabulary. Everything is on a different level; usually a very inapropriately sexual one #likeyourmumsvagina.
He's the man who could go through the whole day saying #chokeonit to our muslim tour guide Mohammed and feel unashamed. He's the person who would put babaganoush over any friendship any day cz if you don't get 'babaganoush' then you're probably not eligible to breathe in this world.
He's the socially advanced brain who will say exactly what he wants to say i.e. insult you to your face and your only reaction can be laughter.
He's the real shit.
He's bros before hoes man.
On every level.
Thank you for teaching us life, Jon.
We choke on it.
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