BALM

Balm was anti Christ, pro substance abuse, not afraid to die, and the ballsiest guy I have yet to meet.

I met him in Nepal during my workshop. He was one of the tourist guides I met and hung out with. His stories were always way ……………..Like once he was so stonned while taking a bunch of Europeans to the Everest base camp, he did not realize a leech had attached itself to his neck. When the leech had fattened itself silly, ourman thinking it was the amber he wore around his neck growing in size…….. touched it to discover otherwise.

He had tried to kill himself more than most people attempt. No one knew how he survived. Gashed wrists, jumping off buildings, done it all and more.

He was christened Mahendra, but as a child selling Tiger Balm he chanced upon some tourists who wanted to buy a balm. He said it was for 300 Rs, the suckers thought dollars and made history for Balm, because was then on BALM. The guy who sold something worth 10Rs for 300 dollars.

While I sat around talking to the tourist guides or playing with the kids there…….. he would invariably beat one of the little boys. They all hated him. When I asked him why he hit these poor kids he told me “you don’t know they are idiots, they try smoking and sniffing adhesives to get high, they think its cool,……… it’s stupid. I do it coz I have no reason to live. I don’t’ want to live……. It’s a piss off.”

Today Balm died.

I was not told how.

It should not upset me, coz that is all he ever wanted and spoke about. “DEATH”

It’s a pity those who never met him, will never meet another like him.

So today I raise a toast to you Balm….CHEERS!!