s up taking over my house in Hawaii when I leave, I keep in touch with him regularly, I visit him and hang out with him on my way back through Hawaii on my way to India back in July, we talk online all the time, then, he comes to India for over a month on his own accord, something about wanting to see India, work at an orphanage, check out the IT scene, we plan to meet up in Mumbai or Ahmednagar so I can show him Meher Baba's place, and so when he gets here . . . . . .we NEVER meet!
How's that for crap! Nevertheless, he has an agenda and I'm busy with my own work, finishing up my internship at Chemould Prescott Road Art Gallery, and working on finding more wonderful goods
to bring back to America for my company. So its understandable, but highly strange to actually be chatting to him online at this very moment as we sit in the same foreign (or in my case adopted) country and realizing that we won't be meeting after all.However, there is a silver lining to this cloud. He has just informed me that he's grown a 'stache, and at this very moment he is shooting a pic of it for me. And in India, growing a 'stache is not mod, its not ironic, its not something you wear to the club.
Its something you raise your kids with,its something that pays the bills,
its the big stick you carry when you speak softly,
its a well trimmed piece of no-joke.
Joe just sent me a little chat that was all time classic India white guy experience that I must share:
Me, after hearing that Joe had grown a 'stache and had taken to wearing a polyester shirt tucked into tight fitting bell-bottom jeans (the ubiquitous Indian male uniform): so, do you have a pen in your pocket at all times?
Joe: actually, yes, but just by chance
people still stop you all over the place
trip out cause they're meeting a white guy
i met these gangsters in goa
they called themselves the 'Mexico Boys'
invited me to drink with them in a park
showed me their leader
and their candidate for governemnt
'he will look after all the poor people"
and legalize marijuana and jiggy jiggy
Me: oh my god, that is amazing
they called it jiggy jig, thats funny
Joe: then they took me to a backyard cricket match
200-300 kids
playing cricket with a tennis ball
and back yard rules
they said I was a baseball star
and made me give a speach on the loudspeaker
and toss a coin to start the match
the politician was the chief guest
and i was the head guest
joe engel, baseball star from america (Joe is Australian)
haha
all the kids wanted to shake my hand
Me: !!!!!!!! LOL!!!!!
send me a pic of you with mustache now
Joe: classic india huh
Me: i'm putting your story on my blog
So in honor of my buddy Joe, and with his help, I post the following here-for-to unreleased pictures: brothers in this land of the ever-present 'stache. *WOAH! Just received Joe's 'stache pic live. Tell me this is not the nordic Don Juan. I've never seen the man's hair this long or 'stache period. Kudos to you my friend.
May we meet in the future in this holy land my dear brother, 'stache's a-blazing. Amen.
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