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Hey RJ, When you make your playdates with Roadside Krishna, Roadside Vishnu and Roadside Quetequatl (sp?), what do you guys like to do for a good time? -Irreverent Lover - Santa Monica, CA 6/5/09 My Friend, I have not spoken to the Krishna for quite some time. The last time I saw him he was getting really into the Jethro Tull and frequenting the laser light shows at the local planetariums. However, my good friend Raymundo spoke with him recently. Apparently it was a rather awkward conversation. Raymundo went in for the hug while the Krishna was going for the handshake. Then, the Krishna spent the entire conversation muttering about wanting to get into jazz, and how the Yusef Lateef is a bad cat. I don’t know my friend, Raymundo felt the taken aback that the Krishna only talked about himself. Likewise, the Vishnu and I haven’t spoken in some time either. Our last communication was via the email, where he expressed the rage towards the executives at the Discovery Channel for the constant requests to appear on the My Shocking Story. Though we haven’t seen much of each other lately, he is still the dear friend, my friend. Furthermore, you find me anyone that says he is superior to Vishnu at the conch blowing and/or the discus throwing and I’ll show you the liar. However, it saddens me to admit that the Quetzalcoatl and I had the falling out. Like most of the overblown arguments, this one started over the something trivial. Years ago during a night of the heavy drinking with good friends Charles Bronson and the Willis Reed, the Quetzalcoatl and I got into the heated fight. All I did was mention that I liked the Doors. The Quetzalcoatl flew off the handle. He said that the Jim Morrison was a fraud. The Quetzalcoatl also said that he started the whole ride the snake/shaman thing and that the Morrison was totally stealing his whole schtik. I got defensive, my friend. Partly because I’ve always had the soft spot for the Doors, but mostly because I felt like the Quetzalcoatl was trying to embarrass me in front of the Bronson and the Willis Reed. The fight escalated, the hurtful things were said, and the punches were thrown. The Quetzalcoatl and I haven’t been friends since, my friend. Perhaps it is time I should bury the hatchet, no? I think so. I will let the bygones be the bygones and let them pass like the water under the bridge. I will swallow the pride and take the first step towards the reconciliation. And if I can think of any additional clichés regarding the moving on, I will do those as well. My friend, you deserve the heartfelt thank you for your question.

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