Dr. Mom

So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet...and I get on as a looper at a course 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. The seventh son of the Lama. With flowing robes, grace, bald, striking.
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 50,000 foot crevice right at the base of this glacier! Do you know what the Lama says?
"Gunga galunga....(err)...Gunga gunga da gunga."
So we finish and he's going to stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama! How about a little something, you know, for the effort?"
And he says, "There won't be any money...but when you die, on your deathbed...you will receive total consciousness."
So I've got that going for me...which is nice.

Anyway, these days,for the benefit of the IRS, I'm a fulltime writer, and fulltime student,a parttime EMT, and a semi-rarely-contracted "consultant". For fun, I like to take short noisy walks along the beach at sunrise, pick the dried up glue off the tops of Elmer's glue bottles; stop in the middle of the highway to enjoy a lightning storm, sudden sunset or gory accident; jump, swim, crawl and climb; swing on grape vines growing up into redwood trees along mossy creeks; and do really dangerous stuff to get the adrenaline rush...like cheating on taxes. Oh and my favorite number is infinity and one and my favorite color is clear.