Carny extraordinaire David Block, Donkey’s beloved “Avocado,” smoked a ton of weed on Saturday night and found himself in a bad place:
Holy shit balls.
After a lovely evening of food music and card games, I decide to stop by a German Bakery on my quite pleasurable, drizzly bike ride home to Ashwem, Goa. I’ve eaten a mediocre microwaved chocolate-cinnamon roll and am fairly satisfied after rocking a mini dance party for some friends.
About 10 minutes after my departure, I’m cruising down the road, pretty blissed out, enjoying the occasional drop of rain hitting my face, humming sweet tunes to myself, a pleasant inner smile as I cruise the empty streets of India; today was a nice day.
Then it hits me. OHHH MYYYY FUCKKKKINGGGGG GOOOODDDDDD!!!!
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.
This is all I can yell out loud in various voices (fear, desperation, ignorance etc)
Hyperventilating, body shaking, muscles clenching. Could I really have done this?
I’ve left my backpack with ALL my gear in it sitting on the street at the bakery. Yes, ALL my gear sitting on the streets, in India, at a populated bakery, IN FUCKING INDIA.
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
I turn around and fly faster than felt remotely safe, heart racing screaming OH MY GOD to the heavens. Merciful GOD, please, I beg you, pardon my absent mindedness and let my bag still be there. All my music, all my photos, hundreds of hours of work from this trip (not to mention the thousands of dollars of equipment although replaceable, would not be fun to lose)
Life goes slow motion (as it does when these things happens). Please GOD, I dedicate my life to sharing my art, my soul, please don’t take away my tools.
Launching off speed bumps, screeching to a stop quite awkwardly in front of the still populate bakery; and there, like a glowing blue poly something or other beacon of light is my bag.
Still shaking, I pick it up, collapse against my bike and thank spirit for guarding my work.
Moral of the story: Don’t stop by the german bakery and eat microwaved chocolate cinnamon rolls at 1 AM, no matter how many joints you’ve smoked.
Keep that helo in the air, babe! Note that none of those likes is from hunky Avocado. But with or without The Lollipop Guild, Donkey won’t be leaving Wooville anytime soon.
In other news, tomorrow is the 10th Annual International Pancakes Day!