ribeye

The ISKCON memebers (Hare Krishnas) I meet are always so weird. My neighbors growing up were Hare Krishnas (Radha, Sri Devi, and Radhea- all blond and french) and we could always hear them screaming at each other late at night about how much they hated everything.

I used to play with the children, who were one year older and one year younger, but stopped shortly after they started taking me to the temple with them and telling me how it was a crime to eat my Nana's kal-bi. Seriously, how can you condem Nana? She makes pancakes and spam for my hungover friends who mysteriously wake up at my house. The woman's a saint.

Hare Krishnas are always in Waikiki dancing and asking you for donations or playing those tamborines in their white robes. Creepy. And they are all so fucking calm. I remember my friends describing this Hare Krishna guy at out school by saying that they always half expected flowers to spring up under his feet while walking across the quad (barefoot, of course). The same boy dropped out of Exeter this year to go live in a temple outside of Calcutta.

I met a blond Hare Krishna today who was born in Germany but grew up in India. He spoke with the exact same intonation and vernacular as my neighbors in Honolulu. He is named after the monkey god, Hanuman. He tried to sleep with me.

I plan on eating a bloody steak in front of him in the near future.

ohhhhh... ribeye....