i can’t watch the big lebowski anymore because of a brief friendship with some german hitchhiker named florian who somehow took up residence in my apartment in india and then made me cry and fall into a pile of burning rubbish. i also attribute the second of my many trips to indian hospitals to him.
furthermore, he stole toilet paper from me, which is actually a pretty big deal because i had to go across fucking town to buy that shit for my shit and it is basically the expat equivalent of liquid gold. legit crime, my friends.
and now the big lebowski (which is one of my favourite movies p.s.) is making me angry because of his smug little face when we watched it in a rice paddy field and drunk too many special lassis and i fell in the mud and the next day we both had food poisoning and vomited our way through new years.
and then that reminds me of the 1st of january of this year, in which i caught a bus back to bangalore and cried for the entire seven hours while a nice local lady held my hand/hair as i vomited.
i really should read this before i post it, i’m all kinds of non coherent but HEY, welcome to my mind or something.