Picture of the old man himself, a selfie, taken early Sunday morning after an evening of singing and dancing the night away he instagramed to illustrate this episode of Pulp Buddhism in which the Naropa Prairie Dog Players discuss what the deal is with Asian Buddhists calling out the speech of other Buddhists online, which apparently is a thing on the Internet
The old man just received a tweet from someone in Surabaya, East Java, a Buddhist presumably, with some bug up his ass.
Quelle mouche t’a piqué?
The old man talks to himself in French.
“It’s a method he uses to watch his emotions as they arise in his mind.
“Married life, living with someone can be stressful.”
“Which explains why he is always speaking to Babs in French.”
Allez, allez ma petite cochon.
“I recently had a friend visiting from Paris.”
“We went for coffee together at the Julius Meinl in Lincoln Village.”
Jonathan adds, returning to the subject at hand.
“My visitor from France was amused by their papotage.”
“The Internet can be weird like that, people you would rather not talk to talking at you.”
This is hearsay for Allen, his crib is full of paper.
“I can only imagine.”
“What time is it in East Java anyway?”
“Ask your phone.”
“It keeps giving me the time for East Chicago.”
“Is there even an East Chicago?.”
“East of downtown is Lake Michigan.”
Once a New Yorker, always a New Yorker.
There’s this person, a Buddhist that has a bone to pick with the old man.
“Say what you will about the Internet.”
“It’s a great place to practice patience.”
End scene. Fini.
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