Congratulations on Finding Your Dad in Calcutta!

Jesus, we’re really on it about dads this week, aren’t we?  Today’s no exception, because today you’re going to go to Calcutta looking for your long lost father.  He vanished after “the war” (it’s unclear which one) and you’ve spent most of your adult life tracking him down in one way or another.

Today you’re actually going to find him, after getting a hot tip from a private investigator you paid nearly one hundred thousand dollars to.  He’ll be managing the desk of a youth hostel in the city’s most opium soaked/anachronistic district.

When you enter the building you’ll see him right away, hunched over a desk, hands beneath it.  You’ll walk up to him smiling, an “a ha, gotcha,” look on your face.  Once you near him, it’ll dissolve as you see what he’s doing.

Your father will be holding a dark skinned youth by his shoulders while he takes him, violently, from behind.  The young man will occasionally grunt, but he’ll seem so accustomed to the experience that his expulsions will be slight.  Removed from his situation.

Your father will notice you after half a minute of lazy, opiate driven thrusting.  He’ll smile at you, mouth half open, and murmur.

“Can I help you find a room?”

You’ll turn around and leave without saying a word to him, fighting back a rush of memories until you get to the plane and you remember why your mother threw a party on the day your father left.

Congratulations on Finding Your Dad in Calcutta!