Well I know you're wondering about that title! But that's what happened. I live in a house with 14 bedrooms. I have a lot of roommates. They are a motley assortment of hippies, students, and just plain folk. Well we try to keep a balance between female and male energies here, and the room right next to me was vacant last. There seems to be a lot more males looking for a room, than females here, but we still endevour to keep things balanced. A guy named Premji (his spiritual name) came and we rented to him because he seemed so spiritual and mild and almost feminine. Before he even got all his stuff to his room he was abusing his step-dad who was nice enough to bring all his stuff here. It took a matter of hours before he unleashed his negativity into the house.
Now a bindi is that red dot you see on a Hindu's forehead sometimes. The Indian ladies looks so lovely in their sari's with thier bindis. This guy wears a version of a bindi sometimes but his is more like a whole hand of red paint hit his forehead. He was getting into problems leaving his vegan propaganda in the kitchen, smudging our whole house with excessive incense, and telling us all how to live. Not one of the carnivores here would ever even entertain the notion of telling him how to eat or how to live. He intrudes his trip into everything we do, and he won't shut up either, plus he is full of it. He makes up most of what he says. Let's see he said that "Buddhists believe that cats are the only animal without a soul", and that " there is a Japanese study showing bad effects of Rock & Roll on man-made crystals in petri dishes", and oh yes he told one roommate to eat the corn from his excrement", I think you're getting the pictuire here. He's out there. The second night he was here he called the Sherriff on me for listening to TV after 10PM. The cops told him not to use 911 anymore for trivial stuff and left. The next day I tell Pete (the guy who's supposed to eat the kernals of corn from Premji's poop acording to Premji), and he goes to talk to this crazy Hindu dude. One more note, the vegan shares a refrigerator with Pete. When he arrived he asked pete to put his meat in plastic bags, and Pete retorted put your vegetables in plastic bags. Ok, so Pete goes out to the backporch to give him a piece of his mind on the subject of calling the police.
The next thing I see is the little vegan flying through the kitchen with a new red stripe on his nose. Turns out he was being agressive with Pete and he started to throw his coffee on him, when Pete flipped the cup back at him backhanding it into his nose, giving Premji a perfect red bindi of blood on his nose. Sometimes karma is indeed instant. Namaste
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