It all started slowly. First, David
got into crystals and started making
all this brilliant, hand-wrapped
jewelry with them. He read voraciously
about them,
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other books about spirituality,
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the discovery of a book store that
used to exist in the East Village
called Esoterica,
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a friendship with Esoterica's
owner, who helped him along his
spiritual path.
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Soon David was visiting sacred
teachers and meeting with monks.
All of a sudden he was chanting
and burning all sorts of
crazy-smelling incense and sage.
One morning as he was in the
shower, "Om"-ing at the top of
his lungs and burning about
a half pound of sage, an annoyed
neighbor called the fire
department. They broke down
our door, catching me taking
a piss and David chanting.
David was hooked and I was
confused. And scared. I guess
I felt alienated or replaced
by this new thing. (I can't
help it. I'm overly sensitive.)
He also started meditating
every day, something I've never
been able to do. I have the worst
case of Attention Deficit Disorder
imaginable. I'll read a book while
watching TV, at the same time
listening to the radio,sketching
and talking on the phone. I only shut
my eyes to sleep and even that usually
doesn't last too long. My idea of
meditating is closing my eyes on the
subway and waiting to see how long
it takes to get mugged.
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