Have they stopped manufacturing Horlicks?

Because I can't find any.

written by Tami on 2008-Sep-17, Answer this question³

Blog Jamaica » A Beggars Paradise

written by owen, published 2008-Sep-16, comment

Now I often end up at places against my will because I'm not driving anymore. People who drive tend to lie when you ask them how long the "little detour" is going to take. Before I notice it I usually end up half the way across Kingston in a bad side of town. Other times somebody will spot the elusive mechanic that has no cellphone and proceed to convene a meeting or solve a quadratic equation.

On this occasion someone HAD TO HAVE their prescription filled at 10o'clock in the night. York Pharmacy had apparently run out of pills for that particular MENTAL CONDITION so established rules had to be broken. At this point in our little story is where the detour began like a headache brought on by dry erasable markers. By the time we reached Liguanea I had lost track of the time, accepting my fate, contemplating possible roots of escape at this god forsaken hour.

There was a pharmacy, somewhere there, not sure exactly but the parking space was slightly inclined in front of the entrance, so you had to park facing outward - I couldn't see the drug deal taking place inside. I waited, keeping my eye on the local car washer/general idler (its hard to tell nowadays, I try not to judge people by the bucket they carry, could have been salt beef or mutton). On my left were empty parking lots and on right where four (4) cars. A woman in a small SUV came stopped in front, constantly brushing her hair back with her hand while looking in to the rare view mirror. Apparently she was waiting for someone to come out of the pharmacy, a hot date or something and she wanted to look proper. At this point I realized that I had left downtown and had ended up in "North Coast Kingston".

After about 10 minutes of watching the woman adjust her frilly hair with no apparent effect, I virtually gave up on trying to decipher what she was trying to achieve. It was at this point I noticed a woman siting 2 cars away from me in a silver car - an old Lancer. I came to know her as Marlene (or I may have forgotten her name ). She was 40 plus black woman with a unusual foreign accent, lived somewhere in Spanish Town, had just brought her father to the hospital and had the ability to talk. Had I known I probably would not have talked to her in the first place but its hard to avoid people who are in your direct line of site.

10 minutes go by. Apparently Marlene had just recently left her house to rush her dad to the hospital and in "haste" forgot to bring gas money with her so she is sitting in the parking lot awaiting for a "Good Samaritan" to help her out. It was all too suspicious. I wished her luck and proceeded to derail the conversation by talking about religion and faith - I was not in the good Samaritan mood tonight - it seemed all too convenient - especially since I offered her 200 and she said she needed more like 300 so to reduce the chance that she would run out of gas in a "bad area" on the way home. I wished her luck again. I couldn't go anywhere and she had already been there for a couple hours (so she said). I was trapped.

We talked about money and problems and her husband in England. She was far to intelligent, the longer I stayed they the greater the chance I would break. I meet a large amount of random interesting people, often only once, like a paper plane, never in the same place or time. I began to contemplate how profitable her little business venture would be - it was too genius - find a mall, late at night, somewhere uptown, park, wait for them to initiate intercourse, hustle unsuspecting dudes for gas money - I wonder if she has a pimp? hmm. I even began to doubt myself - she was too calm, collected, sure of herself like a brick house - I had to leave ASAP. A couple minutes later I told her that I hope her good Samaritan comes along, waved good bye to her. I have come to no conclusion.

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Video Blog » M.I.A. - PAPER PLANES

written by owen, published 2008-Sep-14, comment

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Cellphones, what are they good for?

Lets discuss

written by owen on 2008-Sep-13, Answer this question¹⁷

Logbook » Warwick Avenue

written by owen, published 2008-Sep-12, comment

It was about the same time as I took the picture (or a little after) that I got the message that my phone is out of storage space. A shock ran through my body as if a warm, fresh batch of dog urine had seeped up through my socks. It had to happen sooner or later as if by design. Now I have to put to rest everything that is in the phone, get a new one, start a new, way more fresher. It has to die for it's sins.

Every since I got it I had been taking "in the moment" pictures. Little slices of time and space like a fat girl loves cake. So that in the end, I can pull a clean sheet out of my pocket and write down all that we have achieved, all that we have seen, cause we are nothing but the sum of the things we give away. To whom much is given, much is tested.

Usually when this happens it leads to a war with myself as to what to get next. The devil will try to break me down. Only time will tell what dreams may come. A game in my mind, Sharona. Usually in my head the battle is the between the wise decision and the stupid decision. The functionality over design, the simplicity over art. There is never a perfect choice but lots chances to settle.

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