Plane Crash in Bangalore! (Baby where are you?)

Leaving Priyanka in Bangalore, possibly for the last time, did not feel so 'International Man of Mystery.' Fucking Bangalore?!?! (India's capitol for US exported tech jobs.) More like the end of an ailing tech career.

So with a lump in my throat, and a limp in my leg (being 2 nuts down and all,) with a mean 'Cum Coma' rolling in like a late summer squall. I slunked out of that 5 Star (15,000 Rs/a Night,) Royal Something or other Hotel, Just like Arcele' did in Manila but sans the escort and the payment. Straight out across the bridge over sewage waters back to INDIA, (seriously swank, 120 Rs for a friggin Tea bag! shit!)

She(Priyanka) is funny. She says, "We impossible!" over dinner and, "forever!" during our goodbyes (complete with tears and all.) I am alone in Bangalore, Priyanka has flown the coupe early this morning. Now during my morning walk I have become unprepared for the immediate explusion of my bowels. Also a toilet is not materializing very quickly, am I on the bad kharma list again? THis Hindu Santa is a tyrant. (On the train looking out the window where I am writing this, passes a family of pigs, the mom is wearing a chic piece of rubbish, it looks just like a page of notebook paper on her side, it says KICK ME!) I am feeling the strain of the day. I have no toilet paper, so here we go with another 'Sock Sacrifice' in the land of the sacred cow. By mid day this town will be strewn with dumbfounded Indians staring at my one barefoot.

SINGLEMINDED PUNISHMENT; Overcome with grief and my bowels, I fail to see two small puppies in my path to the public railway toilets. A little puppy has to sacrifice his tiny paw to pull me from the depths of my belly button, to again feel the pain of the world. (She says, "Have you travelled the states?" I reply, "No, I think I will wait till my golden years." She says softly to herself, "Poor America.")

I stepped on the puppies' paw. No look back right to the 'Indian Style' toilet to listen to the poor thing's squealings, horrible. Did you know wet newspaper works better than toilet paper, its nicer softer, amazing. Nice discovery in the midst of all this, squealing. My grieving for Priyanka has now tripled, and I must see to this poor puppy.

Both puppies had limps so I massage 4 paws that morning and tried not to think of all the fleas on them, and all was well in the world, and I cried inside for my lost little girl whom which I probably should stay oceans way from in the future? I am still not sure what I want. Women seems so angelic and innocent at first. Or I always start out a sucker.