Thoughts of India

First of all, I must apologize for the following content. It seems like I have chosen a sweet theme for these pages, but let me assure you I haven't. It is, I seriously hope, just an odd coincident. A dribble of life.

I dropped a good friend of mine, Jonathan, off at the airport to meet up with some more really good friends in India. I would love to be a part of this adventure, but alas, I have a job. One of those newly acquired "hobbies" that can be a strain on travel. But I think the world around me has seen how much I wanted to go with them, so they have brought a bit of India adventure to me. Public defecation... on my front lawn. And now this.

After dropping Jonathan off at the airport, I went to the gym. Listened to a good podcast while there and walked out, still in the dark, with a nice start to my day. It is going to be a busy day for me, but those are my favorite, so with a spring in my step and a chill in the dark morning air,  I head back to my vehicle. Just as I open the door, I hear the train coming by. The tracks run no more than 50 feet from where I was standing, so to enjoy a bit more of my day, I step over to the edge of the parking lot to watch this behemoth charge by. But as I stepped over, I noticed something damp under foot. Within 15 seconds, my nose was inundated with the sticky stank of human feces. Yep. So round two is over, Jonny - 0, Feces - 2. The drive home was horrific. Windows down with my head hanging out so I don't get sick from the stank coming from my foot. Ah yes...

Nothing quite like sticking a foot in the ass of a beautiful day. Thinking of you all in India. Bring me back something dangerous.