bag lady memoirs

Ironies

Sitting in some cafe with Hitchens in my lap while desperately chirpy Christmas carols play in the background
Said sitting in cafe was induced by the neighbours’ raucous chanting party. They kneel facing an exquisitely crafted cupboard and they repeat 7 syllables in a roaring sort of monotone for a few hours. Afterwards they sip tea and talk about how chanting has helped them in their lives. One lady: “I got here late and I thought there would be no more parking spaces. So I chanted a few times. When I pulled in, Buddha really had given me a parking space.”