by MICHAELTARBELL » Wed Aug 02, 2006 2:05 pm
"So I jump ship in Hong Kong, and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper in a course over there in the Himalayas."
"A looper?"
"Looper. You know, a caddy, looper. A jock. So I tell 'em I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama himself, the twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace... fog... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with 'im, I give 'im the driver. He hauls off and whacks one. Big hitter, the Lama. Long. Into a ten thousand foot crevice right at the base of this glacier. You know what the Lama says?"
"No."
"Gunga-galunga... gunga... gunga-dagunga. So we finish eighteen, and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, 'Hey, Lama, hey! How 'bout a little somethin', you know, for the effort, you know?' And he says, 'Oh, there won't be any money. But when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.' So I got that goin' for me... which is nice."