Okay, this is bit of an experimental piece. I used to do a LOT of these way back, but fell out of them because they're sort of easy, and the 'stream of consciousness' pattern only works for certain kinds of narratives. Also if I may dare say so, it's a little easier in that it's really hard for anyone to fairly evaluate it against, so it's like setting your own exam, grading it yourself, and acing it. It's fun for a while but if your interests lie in getting conventional readership they don't help much. Still, I'm running out of ideas and have a tonne of chores to complete, so here goes nothing.
Who who let the dogs out he wondered what are the dogs even are the dogs supposed to be like metaphors to horny guys who are set upon unsuspecting women to creep and scare the shit out of them because nothing makes sense otherwise. Everyone's bowbowing like dogs ears and all so strange it's almost like one of those experimental art pieces no one can make heads or tails out of but the theme was catchy the music was fine and the voice was nothing to brag about but well it made it into popular culture so he wasn't anyone to complain he wasn't like a critic or anything so good for them gooood for them. It was rainy and he didn't want to go anywhere faraway but the gang had set shop in sanepa which in Kathmandu's rain traffic meant at least 45 minutes. Fourty-five minutes of doing nothing maybe staring at his cellphone which he didn't mind because that's what he did all day long anyway but his problem with using cellphone inside taxis was when he came out he felt very nauseous, but not during the taxirides so strange. So their plan was to smoke up get a couple of beers each and then hit the clubs in thamel and then to durbarmarg when someone had claimed things would really start warming he didn't care for the clubs honestly everyone thought clubs in kathmandu were the shit and talked nonstop about this new brand of bullshit kinda clubs that were opening everywhere and all the girls said there were no creepy guys there because the bouncers were very strict or whatever but what the hell that's basic fucking human rights bullshit the police should be doing that everywhere anyway and having that in a bar doesn't make it better in fact Kathmandu's clubs compared nowhere close to even second/third-rate Indian cities like Chennai or Bangalore. He'd even go as far as saying that Pokhara had a better night scene than Kathmandu but of course the thamel-durbarbarg-baluwatar-lazimpat crowd would blow their tops off if he said that. He had to be respectful and shit. He didn't care he was here for what three more weeks and he couldn't wait to go back, he didn't care for the fucking party scene he didn't care for the fucking delivery services he didn't care for how much easier it was to ride the goddamn taxis he didn't care how many air quality monitors there were. The quality of life was objectively bad and as bad as it had ever been. If you need to worry about lungs cancer and asthma every day when you leave home, if everyday there's an inch-thick layer of dust inside your house, it's not a good place you're living in. The solution is not to open nicer nightclubs or faster taxis or what other bullshit nonsense they'd come up with it was to change your fucking culture to be more respectful of people and their lives and their right to live survive and thrive and noone gave a damn about that so nothing mattered anyway. It was all bullshit.
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