... where the maxim, "One cannot drink, smoke, and watch The Big Lebowski all one's life" is proven wrong.
Some can dabble in this lifestyle, sure, like the young Europeans sporting wispy beards and or eyebrow piercings, and especially the Israelis, where it's almost a necessary remedy for the hyperstress of manning checkpoints or making secret forays into Lebanon or Syria. It's the older ones-- namely the ones, like us, who are "Older than Jesus"-- that we worry about. They seem a bit world-weary, astray, undone, almost as if hiding out in this twilight zone, this red-lit cornocopia of shoestring travel, where the divide between Asia and the Americas is blurred right down to the curry, can go on and on in a kind-of existentialist Groundhog Day.
Which, incidentally, we haven't seen yet, but are sure we soon will.
