Hare Krishna Are Bad People by Vladimir Noskov

As I was walking with my 21-year-old friend from the Ukraine down Delmar Street in the Loop to eat at Thai Pizza, I ran into Blake Ashby and Ruben.
I feel Blake and Ruben stopped me just to check out Yulia. Then Ruben told me a wild story that I thought there were no witnesses to.
Back in the foul year of our lord 2003 I drank a little vodka. I was sitting on my fire escape enjoying the sounds of U. City Loop. I was listening to music. Then a very annoying noise came echoing from Delmar. It was a dozen or so of Hare Krishna people. They were beating on a drum without the knowledge of rhythm. They were chanting about how enlightened they were and wanted all of us to join their movement. It made me ill.
I decided to go see them in front of Vintage Vinyl.
As their mantra of "'Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare / Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare" mixes well with my mantra "Marijuana, Marijuana, Marijuana, Marijuana, Marijuana, Marijuana, Marijuana, I decided to break the mantra of the Hare Krishna with my own vodka induced mantra. C'mon, you all hate the self-righteous pious condescending Hare Krishna. Admit it!
I wanted to make a point.
There was one white Hare Krishna who behaved as a high priest of Tentric at their temple for many years. He took my non-violent mantra to his heart. Within 15 minutes he dropped his drum and started to pummel me into the sidewalk. My head was split, I was bleeding, and all the lookers-on just stood there watching the first man in history to get beaten by the Hare Krishna.
I was successful at showing the anger and angst, the fear and loathing that lives in the heart of the Hare Krishna. Not to mention their violent nature.
Ruben pulled the faker off me before he could hurt me more or kill me. I crawled home a happy man.
I exposed the airport religion.
It can all be verified with Blake Ashby of Delmar Restaurant and Lounge and his buddy Ruben.
Next time you see the Hare Krishna, tell them: “Go Step on a BUG!!!”
v.n.