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