i'm pretty much a zombie.

i'm sorry that you have to open up my blog, and the first thing you see is a disgusting photo of my goopy wound. however, i feel it necessary that you know that i feel that i will die and be reborn as the world's first zombie.

i was on the back roads of india on a sunny afternoon, when i stopped to ask for directions.

the man was very nice and pointed me the right way. i started to walk when i noticed a begger crawling towards me with his hand out asking for change. of course i don't speak hindi so i didn't know what he wanted. i walked nonchalantly by him, curving my body ever so slightly as to avoid his touch. i suppose he was quite hungry when he decided to rapidly extend his jaw and delightfully tear a piece of flesh from my inner calf. i kicked him violently and he fell over, but the smile on his face told me that he was ever so satisfied with what he had accomplished.

a few days later flesh started to slowly peel off, and a fever ensued. i feel very slow and almost a bit dopey. regardless, i have this sudden urge to be around intellectual people. dragging my leg around the streets of india can't be attractive, so i prefer to stay put until i hear a loud noise or see something that looks exciting.

so in the end, don't look so surprised when i come back home and all i want to do is eat your brain.

xo.

vb.