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Daedelus
"Is that an Indian name?"
"Persian actually," I smile, "I'm mixed, but mostly Indian."
"I went to India once," chuckles Thomas, "I went there to look for a guru to tell me the meaning of life."
His balding head shakes back and forth nostalgically, and I'm trying to focus past the pain in my thumbs and re-seat a particularly tight tire, the kevlar beads leaving dark red lines on my skin.
"How old were you?"
"Let me see, about twenty five - I'd just gotten out of college then. I thought I'd go into the organic farming business - worked on a draft horse farm for a bit, saved up some money, bummed around the country and eventually bought a ticket to India."
"How long were you there?"
"A month and a half. I left pretty quickly."
"Why'd you leave?"
"I found out that only one person could ever figure out what my life's real meaning was gonna be. And that person was me."
"Is that an Indian name?"
"Persian actually," I smile, "I'm mixed, but mostly Indian."
"I went to India once," chuckles Thomas, "I went there to look for a guru to tell me the meaning of life."
His balding head shakes back and forth nostalgically, and I'm trying to focus past the pain in my thumbs and re-seat a particularly tight tire, the kevlar beads leaving dark red lines on my skin.
"How old were you?"
"Let me see, about twenty five - I'd just gotten out of college then. I thought I'd go into the organic farming business - worked on a draft horse farm for a bit, saved up some money, bummed around the country and eventually bought a ticket to India."
"How long were you there?"
"A month and a half. I left pretty quickly."
"Why'd you leave?"
"I found out that only one person could ever figure out what my life's real meaning was gonna be. And that person was me."