jackassworld

Great Ganesh! I can’t believe I haven’t pillaged and posted any photos from the brief encounter with world famous fingernail man Shridhar Chillal during our great million dollar fiasco in the slums of India on jackass number two. But before I go on some random Dave Grohl tangent about how fingernails are cool, let me first say that whoever wants to claim responsibility for introducing “chillax” to the linguistic world should be force-fed Exlax until their rectum collapses in on itself like a big black shithole. Really now. I can think of nothing else currently at use and/or abuse in the English language that declares “Instant Asshole!” more than that particular slangtraction of words. Anyway, it was a real kick in the pants to meet Shridhar, because when I was in grade school the Guinness Book of World Records was King Shit in the library—and mostly because of the black-and-white photo of the wild-looking guy with the curlicue fingernails. Talk about an inspiration. Olympics? Ah, whatever. Run, jump, whee. Some nut who dedicated and compromised his life to have the longest recorded fingernails in the world? Now that I can get down with. And I never forgot him. And then I met him! Twenty-six years later in this crazy thing called life. If that’s not a Nora Ephron screenplay in the making then I don’t know what is.

And now … it’s Miller time!

(photo by Sean Cliver; Mumbai, India; 2006)