My head full with home.

India, Kovalam,
12-04-1995.

I still smoke Un Monton De weed at night alone in my room and spend time En La Playa at sunset tripping on the blood-red sky while smoking my treasured Kerala weed, the waves that roll in as they have probably done for only Lord Shiva knows how long.

Long walks alone along the beach, old restaurants have closed down while new ones have become popular - partly becuase of their newly bought video equipment - my head full with home, full with thoughts of home, my friends and my foes, going back after nearly one year and six months in Asia.