Monday, December 27, 2010

Drug Hair

From Kathmandu to Mumbai I have not walked down the streets without getting a barrage of drug offers. The hushed words hash, and marijuana are directed at me where ever I go. Sometimes a simple shake of my head will let them know I am not interested. Sometimes they are more persistent walking along with us for a half a block until I tell them that I don't do that stuff and I don't want any. At one point in Varanasi a young man said, "You have drug hair you must smoke drugs". I responded by saying I knew my hair was crazy and that I get drug offers all the time. His response was, "then you shave head from drug hair and no asked all time".

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