I’m back from my vacation, and man, I wish I wasn’t. This place is as hot as hell, temperatures are in the low 40s. Summers have been getting hotter and hotter lately. Atleast there’s the consolation that global warming won’t affect the tropics as much as it will the poles. It’s so much easier to get stuff done when things are slightly cooler than normal than when they are hotter, it costs loads to keep an air-conditioner running, but a blanket has no running costs. I’ll choose the blanket any day, I like that rough feeling they have.

I haven’t touched weed in two weeks now, it’s good. I’ve really had just about enough. We went to score yesterday though, the same place as otherwise, ice-cream:petrol bunk chaat shop:tea shop:road side. Someone I know said that their professor claimed that weed doesn’t have a smell and so you can’t tell if a person is smoking up or not when he lights up. That’s funny, that guy knows nothing. The first time B and I went to that place we knew we were at the right zone because of the smell, it was like runway lights pointing us in the right direction. Very strange, very funny. Just a little note, if you want stuff for 100 bucks, ask for two packets of 25 and then get a friend to ask for another two packets of 25. I just think there’s something fishy otherwise.

PS: You’re right, I don’t actually give a shit about Naruto or Sasuke or Kakashi or whatever, I couldn’t care less.

Ragha is known to warp space-time to suit his purposes, often destroying worlds that barely existed. His mere name is known to cause electronic devices to flicker and fade as a field pulses in time with the non-beating of his heartless veins. People have dared attack Ragha before. They have tried, but few have managed to get near enough to him before he destroys their intrinsic field and frees the very atoms that make up a human being. Ragha isn’t just a man, he is something more or perhaps something less, we may never know.