No Return to Indigeny

Sitting around a thousand year old Banyon Tree in Goa India, Checking ot the characters among the flat clearing in front fo the tree and a small idol of Shiva. I ball up the rest of the Hash from our roach, hold it over my head and place it in a small metal dish next to a gorgeous purple grape, at the foot of the statue. After a few days in Goa I am convinced there is no return to indigeny. I am now on my first day alone in India, and Arambol, my first stop in Goa is getting stale. So I wake on the 20th and shave my junk, I now have the balls of a 15 years. I use the goto chakrah in my pants, and a head full of dancing Thai Sugar Plums. India here I am...