Okay, now I've got it.... So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I
get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know,
a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you
think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama.
The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with
him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one---big hitter, the
Lama---long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this
glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga,
gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I
say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the
effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but
when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So
I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
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