Dude, precog those nuts

12.16.12

Sunday.  Is this my last Sunday?  If I knew without a doubt this was my last Sunday what would I do?  Well what I want to do I cannot do here.  What can I do here?  Sunday morning mass, Charles Kuralt, the newspaper, a breakfast for kings.  I’d like to go back there.  Afternoon football, a game outside, a game at one “You’re looking live at Soldier’s Field”. 

The rowdy local boys in rooms two, three and four left and the rooms are dirtier than any tourist has ever left.  No one from Germany or Thailand smokes in the beds, leaves trash on the floor, pulls up all the sheets, dirty from clothes not being washed for months.  And here comes Maya, a few minutes after seven.  She needs help?  All those bodies up there and no one wants to work?  It’s CBS with Charles Kuralt.

I see, Laxman took Shanta and Suman at six this morning.  It was busy enough with breakfasts and checking out for me to be up there with the missus and Suraksha, the adorable kid who eats more chocolate than Mickey Hershey.  Remember Mickey Hershey?  He lived on Stuart St, our paths crossed a few times albeit in group settings.  Was it little league baseball, summer at Simms before they demolished it, leaving only a flagpole.

I want to paint the mandala today and I’ll have to find some kind of inspiration from the hookah and my hopes are not good.  Maya and Didi prowl and will most certainly harass me.  Making the brownies is also something I want to do, let’s do it now. But wait moron, what is the difference between 75ML and 750ML?  Bad eyes, smoking too much, too much water, ya knew it was wrong as you poured.  #$@.  And now the power is off.  So, it wasn’t meant to be from all sides.

I’m afraid of even starting the paint job, shit I gotta do something today.  Not too late to go down but maybe too late to come back up unless of course it’s time to walk in the forest at night. A new month for the Nepalis. Five days to go, nothing happens, I’m out of cash, no job, no interest, no effective datura, ahhh help.

The mandala is finished for now.  I don’t know.  Certainly some vegetation and candles will help.  A couple go between rooms four and three, I hope there’s no mud on your boots, pal.  My lower back could use a massage but not up here.  The local makes mostly loud noises on the mobile outside whatever room he’ll dirty.  Ok, I will go up.  Anything to not hear this dude.  And a cup of coffee.

And in the end the dude orders a bottle of raksi and one glass.  His girlfriend is in the bathroom.  He wants two black coffees delivered to room four at six am.  Is he trying to impress his girlfriend? 

Guy is coming and he wants to book the room until the 25^th.  Fine, you stay here and I’ll fly to Orion’s Nebulae and order a large pizza with ham and pineapple and a five liter bottle of Dew.  No one believes me, and they are so sure of it that I seem to be the last one in on the gag.  HA HA IDIOT.  Precog your nuts dude.