OK, Al, a brief autobiography. I think people are picking on you because (this is just a guess), you're overseas, homesick, and you post on here when you've had a few. I post like that occasionally. Or maybe you are just a nut.
Let's see. I'm 38, from California, have a college degree in anthropology. I was going to do geology but the chemistry, physics, calculus bit actually required work. University is where I went from an amateur drinker to a professional drinker but I returned to amateur status at 30. I look good on paper. Was a programmer for a while but got sick of that. My two favorite jobs I've done were working in a museum and working with monkeys at UC Davis.
I played in punk rock bands for about 15 years. Mostly gimmick bands because I like to laugh at myself (and people who take themselves too seriously). Haven't lived in a squat but I've been in some. I'm also not a musician, but hey, it's punk rock and I'm willing to get on stage and make an ass out of myself. Bass and rhythm guitar is easy to learn. One is a Star Trek punk rock band because I'm also a geek. We're in a Star Trek documentary called "Trekkies 2". At the premier in good ol' Hollywood, we asked Denise Crosby (Tasha Yar in the Next Generation), if she'd like to drink
s in our van. She said yes but then we ditched her and drank. I also went to the Oscars (sadly, not for Trekkies 2) and was completely uncomfortable. My date doesn't drink and watered down whiskey was $10, so I stopped at one. We ditched and got a pizza. I think the booze was watered down to keep people from getting drunk and making asses out of themselves (the story of my life).
I don't know if this translates to other countries besides Canada, but I also organize a Marshmallow Peep eating contest called the Peep Off. 30 minutes to eat the marshmallow bastards and if you puke, you have to eat the puke to stay in the game. People have. There's been a few documentaries about that too, but nothing has been professionally released. First Saturday after Easter, all ya'll are invited.
When I was 30, I got mugged, had my head bashed open, and spent a few days in ICU where the docs figured I'd be a vegetable at best. I now have a problem remembering nouns, but I'm a wordy bastard, so that could've been worse. The trying to remember noun problem has stopped me from being a quick-witted smart ass, so now I'm quiet. Luckily, I enjoy other people's stories. I like listening and people love talking about themselves. I'm a lousy converstionalist though, not that I was a stunning conversationalist pre-bashing. Oh, it also gave me epilepsy, which luckily, is controlled by medication.
After that near death experience (I've had more than one but that one hit home), I figured I should get off my lazy ass and see the world. I don't have the money to do it at once, so I ride, get myself in debt, then work to pay off debt and get some savings. Then repeat. Round 3 might be riding from California to Argentina, so maybe I'll find you - at least your brewery.
I'm doing it alone. Although I've had plenty of girlfriends, finding someone willing to go along on a bike hasn't worked out. The girls who volunteered I thought "no, I'd kill you" and the girls that I hoped would go, thought of me in my 20s and figured, "no, I'd kill you". I had a fiance who was working at the World Trade Center when they sank. She got out alive, but lost it. She's the fragile type and this would be a pipe dream if we got hitched. Life can be weird.
Well, okay then. I'm in Delhi but I leave in an hour. I meet up with a cute Danish girl to go on a houseboat out at some islands in the Arabian Sea. I really need a vacation away from India. It's great and horrible at once. Surreal.
-Dave
Hybrid Mode
