So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a slalom coach at a course over a the base of the Himalayas.
A slalom coach, you know, a short-line expert, a coach, a Horton. So, I tell them I’m a pro coach, 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 start dock with him. I give him my Denali. He hauls off and runs 38-off – big puller, the Lama – strong, crazy counter, preturns like Nate, right into 39-off.
Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga… gunga, gunga-galunga.
So we finish the set 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 consciousness.”
So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.