The self-described “atheist bitch” named Amber from Sommerville, Massachusetts (or “Amba from Summaville” for those of you who don’t speak Chowda) sends us this curious holy man wrapped in an orange bed sheet.
Amber writes, “My husband and I were in search of a hot cup of coffee and found two competing shops across from each another; a Starbucks on the north side of the street and some mom and pop type place to the south. We spotted this funny little monk in orange from across the street making the choice for Starbucks. We figured he was in tune with the spiritual world or whatever mindless crap Buddhists believe so we followed his lead. Mmmmmmmmm. Coffee good, monk good.”
Those of us in the brotherhood are well aware that Buddhism is a religion without gods, and that you’ll never hear a word of unsolicited rhetoric from these benign, soft-spoken people.
But fuck ‘em. He’s a man of the cloth and all cloth eventually attracts moths.