Recently dreamt I was parked in a handicapped spot. I got out of there just as some tow trucks were trying to corner me. Two old devotee friends were cops and chased me down. By the time I was stopped there were also Buddhists on the scene. One of the head Buddhist monks was acting as judge and :executioner, ready to damn me, but I was able to make a heartfelt, hilarious speech… I looked about me and everyone was cracking the fuck up. It got me free. Is it my purpose to speak… as much truth possible… to speak in a certain way? This takes some insight. May the answers peel open under the writing fingers. What do cops, tow trucks, Krishnas, and Buddhists have left to teach me?
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