back to the backpack

I will miss my top spot on the ricketiest bunk bed imaginable at the good ol'Salvation Army where I have been living for the past 4.5 weeks. Not much Salvation going on there - hash joints being lit up in the common room, junkies falling asleep with their heads right into their dinner meals, and Indians yelling at the top of their lungs at 5 in the morning. But hey, it was the cheapest place to live.

My Dad is coming out here, and the next 3 weeks promise to be a blast. I haven't seen him in 1.5 years...yikes...but it will be great catching up.

In other news, I've grown some balls and applied for an Iranian Visa. I had to submit a detailed application form along with a passport photo. I hope I won't get rejected because I look to Jewish. Bad joke I know.

Also I've found that Indian guys like to go to the gym and work out with their shirts off. It seems like the hairier the male, the likely they are to take their shirts off. It's a corralting relationship I tell you.

I'm out, and wanting some chala masala.