He rolls up his sleeve and gives me a joke about the rakhelis and biwis of another man's world. It's time to order a drink.
This isn't the place for a bourbon. It's as far as you can get from any Irish watering hole. This is the land of DSP and RC, the kings of Bandra. Quite hopeful though, yet knowingly, I order an RC. Shrek orders one too.
By this time walks in Khojack. Khojack sits down, resting his lean, mean dancing machine into the plastic chair. He orders the DSP. Read more...