Getting married and Leaving the States

A bunch of white people met at 8am under the regal metro cinema, near Churchgate rail station. All ready to be extras in a Bollywood production. After about a 30 minute a fishy looking Indian dude started taking our names down, then eventually checking them against a list of names they had collected the day before from meeting us here and there on the streets.

We boarded a bus and went north east into sprawling mumbai. It felt like a mass abduction, I really did not feel like this was a legitamate venture. And as we entered a petroleum refinery complex in a dodgy part of town, I was sure we were all being gutted for our organs and left for dead. But inside a the large warehouse, there was a little bustling movie studio; Catering, Wadrobe, the works, but Indian Style, you know like the toilets. It was fun and here and there lights exploded over our heads from the heat, then the grip or camera crain or whatever) fell off it's tracks and we almost had some casualties as the 20 foot crane swing irratically before they caught it and saved the camera. And as we neared lunch the professional contracted extras started get attitude and we knew it was time to split and forfiet the 500 Rs. or $1/hr. they had promised to pay us at 9pm. So I got my first job and I quit my first job already. Good on ya mate. Loser. On the bus I had met a nice little slice of swiss cheese living in the big apple, named Yasha. She laughs a lot and is a loner, so so cool. Yasha and I made a break for it and left with the wadrobe on our backs right out the front door and down the dirt track through the refinery to a free ride in a landrover toward town and after a nice meal, we caught a local train back into the center of town. The trains by the way are the hottest way to travel, hot in the Paris Hilton sense.

So I guess to my little mind I again gripped the over ripened fruit of happiness and it squished and squirted in my hand. And as I lick the juices and pulp from my dirt fingers, I drift off into the most intense sexual daydreams of my young stewardess, and our two days of bliss, get a semi, and drug it all over town, til I finally stumble into the hostel.