Yeah, yeah, I'll admit it. Once upon a time, I ran with a bunch of Hare Krishna monks. You know, the weirdos in orange robes who smell like Nag Champa harassing you to "donate" money for their religious books? The guys with shaved heads and odd pony tails? Those guys.
It all started when my buddy Hip (yes, short for Hippie) in Ft.
Note: I'm reposting this at the request of an awesome blogging buddy. It originally ran Aug. 31, 2011.
Thanks for posting it Eric, and thanks for saying I’m awesome. I can’t believe you havent had a million comments on this. It is so good, and a different side of you.