Monday, January 17, 2011

Rv: I wasnt happy the 1st time after being abroad



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De: richardcertain <richardcertain@rocketmail.com>
Para: Me <richardcertain@rocketmail.com>
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Enviado: domingo, 16 de enero de 2011 15:50
Asunto: I wasnt happy the 1st time after being abroad

I wasnt happy the 1st time after being abroad
  and I was returning from the Edinburgh Laugh Festival.

  I had left mygirfriend there and alot of new friends,

  so I thought I would treat myself to a stopover of a few days in 
Japan, boy was I looking rough!

My hair was long curly, face unshaven, denim jacket and matching jeans 
(any would-be mugger would think twice)
  I was FAKING it of course, this was the end of my first OE.

With a desire to crack the entertainment business, and look 
professional ( Or something, no written down plan Or anything),

I had taken along with my backpack, my briefcase, which was now jammed 
with FESTIVAL programmes and theatre industry magazines.

I entered Osaka, Japan. The efeects of the six bacardi and cokes still 
fresh in my throbbing memory,
( I hadnt yet heard about the effects of alcohol at altitude),
and made my way through customs, backpack and briefcase.

  The officials were probay thinking I was a wannabe Mr Asia.

  I opened the briefcase for inspection and on the top was the latest 
copy of 'proprietor' with copy on the front about the problems of 
DRUGS in clubs and lots of colorful pictures of color inducing pills.

  I was asked to go through, and then stopped again shortly thereafter

  and asked to accompany to well dressed men. They SEARCHED and found 
an empty tobacco pouch and papers,

'what was this!?'-
  An empty tobacco pouch and papers for rolling cigarettes I replied.
  'Where's your money cash?'-
  I have plastic I said.
  'oh, ok'.....-
(in truth I had exactly enough to eat and get home).
  Well they were very thorough and when it came time for the body 
search probably bored and already suspected I wasnt a would-be Mr Asia.

  Searching, my socks my shoes, left leg right leg, inner legs, torso, 
under my arms, ARGHHH!!

I screamed andI jumped away,

and the two men reached for their guns,
I'm laughing.

They looked confused,

"Im sorry im really sorry im just really Ticklish" I said,
Well, they'd had enough and sent me on my way,
Well that was an exciting experience for a smalltown lad.
However, it was now late & all the buses had gone. I had no idea where 
I was, I hadn't made it big in the UK,
  I was heading home to my 'safe' career
  hungover yet happy,
What I had done though
  without fully realising it, was plant a seed

I had peeked through the crack in the door, got startled then run away

But my eyes were now a little wider

Keep planting seeds in your life
Keep watering and nourishing them

Pull out the weeds and Bilboas every day, (it's a metaphor for 
meditation)

And as we grow up together we create a canopy for those who are 
sprouting to shelter under

And who knows maybe there is still time for one more adventure before 
we get home?!







 

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