2 hips make an ass

Writing to me is probably my purest form of communication. though it is stream of consciousness much like my diction, i tend to think about what i write more than when words tumble out of my mouth. it is very cathartic to map my progress as opposed to listening as it zooms by. i guess that's why i started this blog. i enjoyed it when i did it on myspace and many respectable peers seemed to have started their own. ironically the two people that directly inspired me to start my own little verbal adventure coincidentally bestowed upon me the honor of being the subject of both of their blogs today. these two people have clearly grown to be my closest confidantes in NY. the two i speak of are known to you: Samantha and Vivek.

With cliched reciprocal gratitude i will speak of them: i first met samantha as my bartender. i have never lived with anyone (other than my fam) as long as i have had the pleasure of bragging that "I'm sam's roomate!". We obviously have grown inextricably close to the point that i now plot to have us shack up in the same nursing home when Depends-time comes a knockin. The fact that she was the segue to Vivs just illustrates how much she has affected my life. i consider myself lucky to be someone she absorbs advice from.

enter in the other brown meat: growing up in the white burbs of nj and then going to hippie town amherst, i was inundated with white people. i knew no different to the point that many of my friends didn't even think of me as a minority. and what the hell did i know. i didn't know how act indian. i just knew how to act V. my closest cultural connection were church friends whom i care for but stray from in terms of life path. "i never thought i would be singing bob dylan with another indian." this drunken statement from vivek launched a relationship that would forever brand me. i was never comfortable with my culture, and thus myself, till i met him.

i am only as strong as those i surround myself by. thanks for making this brown man blush.

..............stoned musings..........time for bed.............