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We were standing on a river side. The smell of burning incense and buring bodies filled the nose. The monkeys were fighting on the roof and beating and biting one bloody. The Baba’s of all sorts were combination Hustling for dough, and blessing in beautiful mantra. Radios crackled, and dogs barked, and I stood there with Jay watching and taking it in. He had just been blessed by an ancient looking Sadhu, and had fresh paint on his face.

I reached for my camera and said “Look at me.” He did, but with a distance in his eyes. Distracted by the sea of stimulation pummeling us in ever way. ” Jay look at me, dude… Your Grand Children will see this flick.”

Instantly he looked right up, and into the lens. SNAP.