I want my flying carpet to have a big ass 3 hanging on the side of it.

Lots of fighting going on in Hyderabad. 25 police areas are under a curfew. 2 people are dead. Many have been stabbed, and hundreds are injured. Over 100 people arrested. Hindus vs Muslims. Throwing rocks at cops. Burning cars, motorycles, shops, mosques, and temples all over a religious festival. I'm only 5 miles away in my hotel room. Someone should tell all these people that they are stupid, because as an American we know the Christian god is the only god, and these people are wasting their time, because they are wrong(sarcasm). Is it crazy that I wanna get down with the mob mentality and blow some shit up, throw rocks at cops, raise hell, and get away with it. Yes, it's stupid, and there is no chance in hell that I would participate, but we all want our own revolution. Our parents got Vietnom, and I got myspace and the internet. Lucky me. It's better that I havent participated in a revolution, because I'd probably be dead, and not for doing something stupid but running my mouth and pissing off the wrong person.

I cut all my hair off yesterday. My mustache has the longest hair on my head. The power lies within the stash. Yesterday, I had to go to the police station to finish up my residential permit registration. I met the head officer at the station in Cyberbad, and he asked why I have a mustache now, but not in my passport photo from 2007. I told him that I have become a man, and grown a power stache. I then complimented him, and his colleague on their mustaches, letting them know that their staches mean business, and they agreed. Then the head officer starts talking trash to my sponsor, Oscar, saying that he is weak because he doesnt have a mustache. We laughed, and Oscar did not think it was funny. Little back story, Oscar seemed intimidated by everyone at the police station. I guess no one has ever just shot the shit with this head officer, but he seemed to like me. The data entry guy asked what my religion was, and I had put not applicable, and he looked at me and said what is your religion, and I told him I dont have one. He looked at me like I'm crazy, and said you have no religion? He got real with me, because I had a form that said I'm staying at a unit in the Luxor Inn with a letter head from Google, but I entered my actual room number into the system online. It got sketchy, because at this point I didnt think he would approve my jam. Permit approved.

Tomorrow is April Fools Day, and all of you are in trouble. The aliens are gonna land and eat scrumptious burritos. Mmmhmmm, I wish I had a burrito. Fuck, even a bomb burrito from 7/11 would be too sick right now. But, back to these aliens. They contacted me in my dreams last night, and told me I could let a select few know about their arrival. And since no one actually reads my ranting bullshit, I'll fill the lucky ones in on this. The shirts from Spencers from middle school were right. They want you to take them to your dealer. They are here to inform all of California to register to vote, because the legal weed issue will be voted by the citizens in November on a ballot. Many will support this legislation, but will probably not be registered in time to vote on this issue come November, so the aliens are coming in full force to encourage everyone to get registered. They think like stoners, because they are stoners, because they have to do something to pass the time while traveling in space. Even at light speed, it takes a long fucking time to get around in space. The weird part is that you wont know who the aliens are due to their amazing disguises. I hate smoking weed, but its bout time someone tried to pass something on this. I'm glad my new alien friends are on board. Now we have nothing to be afraid of when they arrive in full force. Just fire one up, and chill with the aliens and everything will be coolehn. They dont want to ruin our existence or piss on our hopes and dreams, they wanna hang out and learn from us, but someone needs to tell this to the government, because is they get off course, or land somewhere on this planet other than California after November in full force, well, consider them fucked. I'd bring a wrath too if I showed up to smoke a blunt, and dudes in suits took me away to dudes in lab coats to cut my ass open and poke me with sharp shit. It's uncalled for. And these guys will bring more than fire and brimstone, i'm talking some parallel dimension shit that'll rearrange the atoms in your body worse than a freight train ramming through a ten foot tall cake. Basically, do the world a fucking favor and get registered in time to vote in November, and vote yes to legalize weed. California needs this to take a step in the right direction to get back to being the world's 5th largest economy. Weed sucks, fuck you.

I hope you feel dumber after reading all of this.

This song fucking rules.

And for dessert, Chilled Monkey Brains.

What a weekend. I'm gonna try to recap everything awesome that happened this weekend. I had plenty of new experiences this weekend. We went to the Taj Mahal this weekend. The flight to Dehli was ridiculous. So many screaming kids kicking my seat on the plane. At one point, Greg was so frustrated that he said "the kid's eyes are dry" We land in Dehli, where 16 million people live. Sketchiest ride so far. I"m sitting in the back of an SUV with the bags in the trunk area with the door that didnt shut all the way, and fumes were coming in the car pretty bad. Started to get nausea and a head trip. Every time the driver slowed down a huge white cloud of smoke came from our car. Did not sleep much that night. Had to leave at 6am, and realized while brushing my teeth in the street that there were fires everywhere. These were trash fires on the street. No garbage service, it's cool, just burn it on the street. Managed to get a dog all riled up by barking at it. Next was a 4-5 hour car ride to the city of Agra to see the Taj Mahal. Our driver got out at some check point and our car got stormed by street peddlers. A one eyed man tried to sell me peacock feathers. Then a man with monkeys came up to the car, and we took pictures. He then starts beating on the window. I crack the door yelling at him to stop. I started to lose it, because he would not let go of the door, because he was demanding money. My mistake for opening the door, but he started mocking me, it was pretty hilarious. He demanded 500 rupees, and we gave him twenty to shut the fuck up. He didnt, and kept beating on the window. Saw a monkey in a dress, and a dancing cobra. Wanted my picture taken with them today, but didnt feel up to it, because I was tired and ready to get to the airport. I love India, but this place is fucking disgusting. People pissing/shitting everywhere on the streets. Burning trash everywhere. Not giving a fuck about anything. Definitely makes me appreciate America a lot more than I already do.

The Taj Mahal was one of the most magnificent things I've ever seen. Being there, and taking a step back to look at it, and continually asking myself, "what the fuck am I doing here? How did I end up here?" It was breath taking, and amazing. Seeing a dude who walks on all fours because his legs are bent the wrong way sucks. Polio is still rampant here. We are at the Taj Mahal and people seemed more interested in my tattoos. Still blows my mind. They are not beautiful, they are stupid, but the Indians think they are a work of art. We also went to the Agra Fort, which is huge and really cool. Being in a structure that is 500 years old. It smelled like dead people bathed in shit. Still though, my favorite part of the Fort was the view of the Taj. Our hotel was hella gross. We had a $90 duck for dinner last night at John's hotel. He stayed in the posh hotel, while we stayed at the noise palace. After dinner we were having drinks and I couldnt tell what the lady was singing and I kept thinking it was Morrissey songs, but they werent. She asked for requests, and we got "My heart will go on" by Celine Dion, and "Purple Rain" by Prince. There are no butt snorkels in Agra/Dehli, just a lil bucket of water with no instructions. A kid comes up to me and held out his hand and said "money."

We got stuck in a religous parade today trying to leave Agra. Cows all over the road. Met some Iranians at a truck stop. I dont hate Iran like some of the older generations of Americans, and these guys told me "Ah, America. Great freedoms. We have zero freedom in Iran" I didnt know what to say, but it is something I'll never forget. We get to the airport, and security took my lighter. Like a dumbass, I say hey can I get my lighter back. I'll give you 50 rupees, and the guy rolls his eyes. I say 100, and he waves me over. This is where the situation got a little tense. He said something about you say that word in America, and I say "huh, I just want my lighter." He then takes my airplane ticket and says "I have not cleared you" and threatens me with jail. He was trying to intimidate me saying something about bribery, but everyone says that all the cops are bribed, and told him I just wanted my lighter, and no problems. He got real stern, and told me to go on. Laters, lighter. It was a bic, too. They dont have bic's in India. I hope he at least gave it to his son, or nephew. All kinds of thoughts of going to jail went through my head, what I would do, what my group would've done. I apologized to them, and realized I prolly shouldnt run my mouth in a 3rd world country, especially to guys with sticks that can turn into automatic weapons.

I wouldnt say that I'm ready to come home, but some of the people I am with are going home this week, and I'd be lying if I didnt say I am somewhat jealous. America rules. I appreciate America even more after this weekend of seeing more of the shit hole of India. Why do people live like this? Because they have no other choice, and that fucking sucks. Also, this weekend was United Blood in Richmond. One of my favorite fests, and I have seen some pics and read some reviews and it sounded awesome. Wish I couldve been there. India rules, and I wish I was staying longer than two months. I'd like to see it all, and experience as much as possible.

My mustache has power out here. India understands the power stache, and the force that comes with it. I've seen so many sick staches, and gotten so many compliments for having a ridiculous mustache. Seems corny, but it's funny. Some of the car door openers at this hotel had the most serious staches I've ever seen. I'll put the pics up soon.

Rancid 2000. One of the best albums of all time. I dont think i've ever listened to it without listening all the way through. I dont know any other album you can do that. I have only listened to it from start to finish, and it's been out for ten years.

Ghandi was a pussy

Title is for Nate, not how I feel. Went to the largest IMAX screen in Southeast Asia tonight to see Avatar in IMAX 3D. I got to wear some serious bug eyed glasses. Ferngully II was a pretty cool movie. James Cameron will always bring Lt. Ripley to fight the good fight in the future. So, the movie is Ferngully/Aliens/Titanic all mixed into one, with snippets of the soundtracks from each of those movies. And it only cost me a little less than 5 US doll hairs. Big apology to all the Indians toes I stepped on to get to my seat, it was dark and they were assigned.

Cab rides should be interesting from here on out. I'm gonna take the rickshaw tuk-tuk everywhere. Rave in a mini-cab. We build our own cab, a cab within a cab.

I love the food out here, but it all looks like slop that is portrayed as elementary school food, or military chow. I cant bring myself to do it, but I always think of my 2nd favorite movie. "whats with this kibble". Been listening to a lot of Get Up Kids, new Bouncing Souls, and Andrew W.K.

I dont shit outta my nose, so I know what bullshit smells like

The internet on my floor at my hotel has been haywire for a few days. And I was gonna post a bunch of pics, I guess that will have to wait until I get back to the grand ole U. S. of A. Insurance overhaul bill went through, and the only part that everyone seems to agree on is a ten percent tax on tanning salons. Which might be the most blatant, and most discriminatory part of the bill. I think tanning is stupid, but to each their own. What's next, if someone chooses to go barefoot tax. Now, Im getting a signal at the bottom of the screen that this publishing may fail. I hope not. Ok this thing is being a fuck tard.

Highlights include

-man at bar discussing problem with America is everyone is addicted to drugs, and no family support. Then, his friend walks up and says "with a sign you can say. Gimme a dollar to build a space ship to get back to Uranus" and Americans will support their drug habit. Then, they asked me if I was down with the KKK. Blew my fucking mind. Seriously.

-Kids asking me all kinds of crazy questions. They asked me who my favorite wrestler is, I say Stone Cold and they dont know who he is. I say, John Cena and they go wild. Then, I say C.M. Punk, and one kid yells "STRAIGHT EDGE SUPERSTAR" I wish I had a video camera on me at all times for shit like that.

-Indian HBO cuts out the totters from the movie Starship Troopers. But, hey it's Starship Troopers and it's better than watching Telegoo Telethon.

-I told the driver that Alex wets the bed, and he shouldnt sit in the front seat of the car.

-We get searched everywhere we go, not just us,everyone does. So, I always put my arms in the air like I'm getting arrested.

-I wore an $800 gold chain for an hour. And an Indian showed me a UFO in street view, it was awesome.

-Cops towing a motorcycle by having back hatch of SUV open with two guys holding up the front wheel.

I forgot a lot of things. I need to keep a journal, or notepad on me at all times, so I can remember all of these crazy things. I'm going to the Taj Mahal this weekend, should be fun. I hope I get to teen wolf an elephant. I wish there was a hardcore show to see out here. I've seen every character from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.

This is a test.

Checking to see if the internet has slowed so much that I cant post.

It's time to teen-wolf the fuck outta this rickshaw

The longer I stay in India, the weirder I get. I'm trapped in another dimension, and it's more than I ever dreamed of. I never dreamed of being in India. Around every corner is some next level shit. Tonight a security guy at the City Center Mall let me hold his stick and hit a Rickshaw(tuk-tuk truck) with it. It was hella loud, and then I got a high five from the guy. Every moment here makes my mind wander. Am I losing it? Nope, it's just getting better and better.

Sometimes I think what I wouldnt do to have the ability to travel like a Power Ranger. I could morph anywhere, and hang out with all the people I miss around the U.S., and travel to far off lands like the moon. Spring Break 2010 on the moon aint got shit on Bike Week 89! You better believe my space/morphin suit would be painted like a hawaiian shirt cut like a tank top. Which leads me to believe that somewhere at some point an astronaut had to have a rebel streak in him to bring some champagne or some sort of alcohol into space. With all the men and women that have been to space to search the unknown had to bring a drink, because their balls aint that big to do wild shit like that without at least one person having or demanding a drink in space. Yea, they put that Tang and Tab to good use as a mixer, because if the astrounaut did not bring the booze, then some low level ops maintenance mechanic food chef filled a space bag full of booze to play a prank on one of the astronauts. "Houston, we have a problem. The Earth is spinning." and Mission Control states "No Shit". But, as an astronaut you couldnt get too drunk, because if you vomit, then you have to swim through it to find some vacuum or paper towels to clean it up, or worst case scenario your helmet is on, and everyone will laugh at you, and you swim with vomit inside your space helmet and it's all over your hair and dripping down your chest, and the other crew members wont let you take off your suit or helmet, because that smell aint going away until you get back to Earth. And if you are on a long mission, like months on the space station, then you are that guy for a long time, and the crew hates you, in which you get sent home early which costs millions of dollars. But, seriously what would the punishment be, you've already been to space so your life's mission is accomplished, and when you tour college campuses giving speeches you will be a hero, and have free booze from every bar/fraternity/sorority because you got wasted in space, and it cost millions and no one did anything about it to disclipline you. Really wish I could get to space one day. I still dont believe i'm on the opposite side of the planet. Crazy how small and irrelevant we all are on this planet. Space Beer, it's outta this world.

I dont know if I put this in an earlier post, but Tuesday a man was laid out in the middle of the road in the median. I asked the driver if he was dead, and should we go see if he is ok. The driver tells me, sir he just had too much wine. It was 2 in the afternoon. Imagine a guy on 5th avenue in NYC just laid the fuck out not moving blacked out.

I cant stop listening to this song.

It's St. Patty's Day

Eat a dick shit bag.

If you aint listening to More to Pride, you aint listening to shit.

Now aint the time to tell me you forgot the tickets to the monster truck rally, we're at the fucking door.

Still in India. Still love it. I got my picture taken with a clown few days ago. I asked him to make the meanest face he could for the camera, and he said "NO" in the best english I've heard since I got here. It's because he cant. His muscles wont let him make a mean face while looking like an idiot pedophile that haunts dreams. A clown never put a smile on anyone's face, it was their funny shaped balloons that dont look anything like a dog. I might buy a motorcycle when I get back to the homeland.

We went to the Golconda Fort today. I doubt the spelling is correct, but it was awesome. A fort built 400-500 years ago. At the top, you can see all of Hyderabad. The view was spectacular, I could sit up there all day. More Indians wanted their picture taken with me. I got one Indian to yell "DALE EARNHARDT" with me while our picture was taken, then, he jumped on me like a fucking monkey. Freaked me out a bit, because he wouldnt let go. On the way there I saw water buffaloes in the road, goats in the road, chickens everywhere, and an outdoor butcher with animals hanging in the open hot air.

I wish they had a country music station. The internet is too slow to stream anything, so it's all Bouncing Souls and Death Threat, which isnt a bad thing. We found cold Budweisers, mission accomplished. Living in a hotel room for a week kinda sucks, but its awesome to be in this majestic place. If only I had a swimming pool or lake to swim/chill at every day after work, ha. Kinda boring out here at times, which is a good/bad thing, because it makes my mind think of the weirdest shit. Good because it's funny and laughter is the best therapy, bad because it's innappropriate and no one thinks that is funny, and the words outta my mouth make me look like an ignorant asshole. Oh well, Stone Cold Steve Austin Day is coming up soon.

I'm making it my duty to get in a movie while I'm out here.

This is the funniest thing in cinema history.

This butt snorkel aint gonna spray itself.

I've been in Hyderabad for a week, and it rules. The best comparison I can think of is, imagine you are at a water park/amusement park and no one follows any of the rules, and it's a wasteland, but it works. How, I dunno, but it works. This is a magical, majestic land where nothing makes sense. My friend Alex is here, and it's great to have someone around that I hang with outside of work at home. Fuck, I just spilt water all over my crotch, and it looks like I pee'd my pants, I didnt, but I'm gonna let it ride.

I finally got the courage to use the butt snorkel. This might be one of the greatest inventions ever, for the setting I'm in. See, the butt snorkel is exactly like a sprayer from your sink used to wash/rinse dishes. Except, this hopefully, has more pressure and a longer hose, but not always, sometimes its a little hectic. I have not caught the dehli belly, but toilet paper is a little to harsh for me right now, since curry or spicy as all hell chinese food are the choices to eat. It's pretty common physics, dont put paper on a fire, because it will flame up. Put water on it to cool it off. My asshole is on fire, so I use the butt snorkel. Thank you India for making sense, and agreeing with physics, at least on one topic.

I got drunk last night, and some how managed to dry heave curry this morning. Yep, that sucked. Musta been butter tikka chicken masala. We went to a 7-star hotel for brunch today. It was a buffett, and they had steak and lobster, which is obnoxious and awesome for where we are located. They have a pool, and there were sexy ladies everywhere, maybe not so sexy, but I havent seen any white women in a week, hahahha. This hotel has two bouncy castles, and a man told me the bouncy castle is too small for me. Quick gripe, other people have stayed at the said 7 star hotel, and I hear that the guest houses/flats were ten steps above where I am staying. Oh well, free place to stay and travel, its not horrible where I am, but it's not great, ha. I'm guess I'm jealous. It's hella loud here. Cars honking all night long, rabid dogs barking. I'm on the top floor, and the power does not go out on my floor, but it does on my coworker's floors.



Independence Day is on tv. They had the inside scoop of what's gonna happen in two years. Hopefully, Randy Quiad comes through and saves the planet. "UP YOURS"

Slayer.

But, sir. We dont make flying carpets with overdrive.

It's Wednesday, and your ass oughta be in church. Another day in paradise. I've become pretty comfortable with this place, where nothing is shocking. I love India, its fucking awesome. Everything about it is so wild, and I know I keep repeating this, but it's true. Nothing makes sense, but it makes perfect sense. Huh.

Not much exciting stuff to report. A man at work did ask me if I like wrestling and who my hero is. We then talked about wrestlers from nineties, and he told me that The Undertaker is his favorite with his Harley. Then, when I said how bout Stone Cold Steve Austin, and his eyes lit up, and he said "great opening music. Glass shatters, and beers are slammed together." I love it. I met a man who lived in Milpitas for a few years, which was cool to talk about home. A few minutes of comfort, because most of the time when people ask where I'm from, I have to first say "U.S." and then California, and they may or may not know. Or I dont know if they understand.

We went to dinner inside of an old train, inside a restraunt on the 5th floor of a mall. I got tickets for the Murder City Devils at Slim's when I get home. Joe leaves to walk the trail after this weekend. He is going to die out there. I'm gonna miss ya Joe. Rod Stewart party in the boom boom room 5th floor in Madhapur. Get witttthhhhhh ittttttt!!!!!!!!!!

In India flying carpet drives you.

I might not have anything remotely close to American goods in this foreign land, but god damn it I got Jack Daniels and Coca-Cola Classic. So much has gone on since my first post, and the jet lag has been something serious. I'm just now getting the hang of everything, and I havent Hiroshima'd outta my ass yet. This is a magical place, and I'm lost in the wrong dimension, but somehow its planet Earth. I always knew aliens existed, just never seen them, maybe the Indians are aliens, or maybe that's just what they want me to think with their good food and precious moments that leave me wondering whether I should laugh or cry. Its literally like watching a movie that you want to change the channel, but somehow you just cant, because you are left wondering, is this it? Is there more? Man, thats nuts? Well enough of that shit, I'll recap what I've done so far, and why it is awesome, sucked, or beyond my ordinary.

I'll get the bad shit outta way, so if you choose to read this entire post you will have a smile on your face. I really didnt know what to expect with this culture other than its completely different, and that some aspects are very poor. Well, its worse than poor, and I've felt a little humanitarian side come out of me, and there is nothing I can do about it. A woman over 60 with no eyes is guided through traffic, and our driver locks the windows and doors, so she puts her eyeless face without eye patches on my window. I cant get that image out of my head. Also, kids coming up to me without pants or underwear begging for money. Dear Indians, I do not like it when you repeatedly tap me on the arm. You arent getting any money from me, because I know you'll give it to your father/husband who is the head of your household, or dwelling. Sorry, it sucks, and I hate it. Only other thing that sucks, is that its so dry. The heat isnt so bad yet, but walking around is so dusty and I have dirt boogers, and have already had two bloody noses. Hopefully they dont keep occuring during my stay.

This next part will be a list of some sort of the cool shit i've seen or done. The food is fucking fantastic, and I havent had the repercussions. The service is outstanding, and I pay $5 US for a meal and service that would cost me over $100 in the states. The chinese food is some of the best I've ever had. I wish I could drink the water from the faucet, but I dont want bugs living in my belly causing me to summon demons 20 times in one day. Sorry faucet. I saw a guy chunking fruit hard as hell at a monkey in a tree. Walking around on any street is like being in Panama City Beach for Spring Break, its a riot everywhere. The way everyone drives is the gnarliest thing ever. I feel like I"m going to crash every 8 seconds while in a car. Dr. Pepper is called Thumbs Up. People eat rice and curry with their hands, which is why there are hand washing stations everywhere when you are finished eating. I have jumped on my rock of a bed. Everyone stares, and I mean they can see through my soul, and if they got their wish they would turn on their laser eyes and burn up the tattoos that they can see. Motorcycles are everywhere. Every female dog has just had a litter of pups, and I'm glad they dont want to get near me.

Alot of people speak English, but when you ask a question the response is usually something that has nothing to do with what you asked, and its most of the time very hard to understand people, but I'm working on that. I asked my driver where to buy flying carpets, and he didnt understand, so my friends in the back seat said, "you know like Aladdin" and the drivers starts to tell me that Laden is in Afghanistan and that we will never find him. He then goes on to say that Laden is very clever, and then says you know he flew planes to blow up World Trade Center in 2006 and that we will never find him, even if we blew up every cave in Afghanistan. I almost choked from holding back laughter, and didnt have the heart to tell him, I just wanted a flying carpet and the towers fell in 2001. Just another misunderstanding.

The people here all want a picture with me like I"m some sort of celebrity. Its pretty funny, they get so excited, and they want to take a picture with a tall large white male with tattoos. I wonder if they go home to their family and show them the picture and say check out this idiot, or if they are still as excited as when they took the picture. Hell, I"m prolly printed out and hanging on some fridge or on some email threads, which really blows my mind. The situations that arise here are really awkward and I just laugh most of the time. Today a coworker asked me "sir, how do you get so awesome?" Everyone's response to anything is a side head bobble with the words okay sir. I'm working on my bobble, its getting awesome.

I went to this huge monument called Charminar and went to the top that looks over a really busy part of the city. We then went to this palace, and I got my picture taken dressed as a king with necklaces, native dress/attire, and a fucking FEZ. The pic is in black and white, and is better than the pic of me pouring beer on my head with the cruise ship in the background. I went to this huge Buddha statue that is in the middle of a lake. The murial at the playground had a great white shark eating a dolphin.

I've looked at maps/globes my whole life, and it doesnt feel like I'm on the other side of the planet. Maybe, I'm in a lab in Babalama(Alabama), and they gave me a bunch of halucinogens. Nope, this is too real, because my bathroom has a shower head in it. No shower, the water hits the floor and drains next to the toilet. So, this leaves me with the question every morning, should I pee in the shower, or am I peeing on the floor in my bathroom, I"m gonna leave it at that. HA HAHA. Work is great.

I'm still working on my list, but some things that I must do here are party in a rickshaw. Andrew WK dance party in my hotel room. Ride an elephant and a camel. Keep high fiving everyone. Get a flying carpet. Find a train horn to put in the drivers car, or a get a dixie horn shipped out here. The driver told me "if no honk, no drive" these guys honk to let you know they are there, and they honk all the time. I hope to update this more often with thoughts, and observations.

India is wild, totally different than anything I've ever experienced before, and I love it.

This carpet aint gonna fly itself

Im starting this thing to highlight all of the stupid things that happen to me in my daily life while in India for two months. If anything, it will be easy for me to look back and laugh at a lot of situations I have found myself in that dont make sense.

Getting here was a trek. Tuesday night, got drunk and Thuggy passed out in the garage. I got woken up at 3 am to what sounded like someone falling into walls, it was loud. I tried to go back to sleep, but it kept happening, and I had to pee, so I opened the door to the garage and Thuggy is standing in the dark behind a bunch of furniture. I ask "what the fuck are you doing in the dark" he responds, "just fightin for my right to party, ya feel me." He had been passed out for 3 hours at this point. Laters sleep that night. Woke up, and thought I lost my ipod. I didnt, but am still at the conclusion that I cant own nice things.

Morning was nice in San Jose, but San Francisco was pouring,windy, and cold. Plane ride was awesome. Nicest ride ever. Still dont know how I ended up in Dubai, in a smoke room that was not ventalated. People were squatting in this room, to get away from all the smoke near the ceiling. Get on plane in Dubai to get to India, and the clusterfuck has begun. Someone needs to tell them "this isnt Vietnom, there are rules". People getting up before we get to the terminal, hella people. People rushing to get off the plane, pushing and what not. Luckily, got my bags with no problem. People were sleeping on the grass outside the airport. The ride from the airport was too sketch. Hella dark, with the steering wheel on the right side of the car. My seat belt didnt work, so the driver wrapped it around the emergency brake. He ran up on a motorcycle, and honked the shit outta him, instead of going around. Hotel seems nice, but me and Greg are sharing a room until 8 am. I dont know what time it is, or day, hahaha.

So far, India looks like a slum warzone, but thats only in the dark, and I first got sketched out because I thought we would be in a city, which I guess is defined in different ways with different people. A 30 minute drive in pitch black dark, to buildings that look like they are falling apart, and people everywhere at 4 am. I'll prolly change my mind on this when the sun comes up. A few wild dogs came up on me while smoking a ciggarrette and our driver doesnt look when turning, he just merges and honks. Panic attack.

I have yet to finish my to do list, but feel free to make me one, and I will try to accomplish all tasks. I hope to update this daily, or a few times a week, along with pics. Aye fool, where are all the flying carpets. Yes sir. Yes Sir.