>>7829442So 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 consciousness." So I
got that goin' for me, which is nice.
