When I'm smoking, the people who talk to me are the weirdos.
When I'm smoking, the people who talk to me are the weirdos. By Ben Wada, July 4, 2024 Last weekend, I was smoking somewhere in Bukit Bintang when an old man dressed as a Buddhist monk approached me. He was probably in his 60s and bald, but it didn't look like he'd shaved his head, it just seemed natural. He was wearing a yellow robe-like garment, but when I looked at his feet, I saw that he was wearing ASICS running shoes. He looked like an ordinary Chinese old man. The old man dressed as a monk pushed a gold, oval-shaped charm-like thing (with a picture of Buddha in the middle) into my hand and said, "This is your lucky piece. Take it." He then tried to put a rosary on my wrist. I could tell he was trying to sell me these things. I handed him the charm-like thing and said, "I'm a Buddhist, and I have what I need." Old man: "This is different." Me: "No, I don't need it." The old man gave up and went to talk to someone else....