So I jump ship in Hong Kong, and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper on a course over there in the Himalayas.

A looper?

A Looper. You know, caddy, looper, jock. So I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama himself. The 12th son of the Lama.  The flowing robes. The Grace. Bald. Striking. So I’m on the 1st tee with him and I give him the driver, he hauls off and whacks one. Big hitter, the Lama..long..into a 10,000 foot crevasse right at the base of this glacier. You know what the Lama says?

No.

Gunga galoonga. Gunga la…gunga la gunga. So we finish 18, 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 death bed, you will receive total consciousness.” So I got that going for me, which is nice.