Jeff Lubsen

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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... you know a caddy...a looper... a jock... so I tell them I'm a pro jock and who do you think they give me?....The Dali Lama himself... the 12th son of the Lama... the flowing robes, the grace... bald... striking... so I'm on the first tee with him, I give him the driver, he hauls off and whacks one... big hitter, the Lama... long... into a 10,000 foot crevice right at the base of this glacier. You know what the Lama says? Goonga Galoonga... Goongalagoonga... So we finish 18 and he's gonna stiff me... and I say HEY LAMA!.. HEY, HOW BOUT A LITTLE SOMETHING, you know, for the effort, you know....and he says oh 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...

Fun memories - almost being killed by Brent Pfieffer (or was it Connie Miller?) while riding on the hood of their car holding my trombone after marching band... making "fire and rescue" pager noises during Mr. Laws math class and being sent to the principal.... running through the halls on a fire and rescue call (for real) and having Mr. Delan tackle me because I was running in the hall.... driving myself to Mr. Dobersberger's Driver's Ed class and scattering his pennies across the dashboard.... perfecting Mr. Simpson and Mr. Rath's signatures on forged hall passes...