Drullet

You know when you see a beautiful scene, something rare are striking, and you want - no, need - a camera?

Today.
I needed a camera.

I saw the dreaded, dreaded mullet - a "drullet," if you will - on the metro.
So exquisite was this coif, words can do no justice.
The dreads were nicely waxed, the rest of the hair slicked down like Sunday morning.

Ahh Dios, I had nothing capture the moment.
Even if I had a camera, I couldn't take a picture.

We americanos have been warned time and again not to stand around slack-jawed, taking pictures of the city, as chilenos take this as an invitation to a) ridicule, b) whoop ass, c) steal., d) all of the above.

I guess I have to learn to conceal my marvel at the wonders of Chile, the mountains, the skyscrapers, and the many astounding variations on "business up front, party out back."