Loser

So, back in March I made a bet with a “friend” of mine. If I won, she would have to spend a month in my rigorous life-changing program at O’Day Camp. But if she won the bet, I would have to spend a month at an ashram.

I lost.

I spent a month at an ashram.

And then, mid-April, I made a bet with one of the monks at the ashram. If I won, he would have to spend a month in my rigorous life-changing program at O’Day camp. (And I was so looking forward to helping him screw his head on straight.) But, if he won the bet, I’d have to spend three more weeks at the fucking ashram.

I lost again.

I will share with you my intense and personal stories of ashram time after I take a shower, use deodorant, eat some meat and drink too many martinis.