Well, you called the people in your community "hippies" and that certainly implies something, doesn't it? You know darn well I wasn't saying Downton knew John MacGregor. The point was, it was a destructive cult then and it still is, case in point being John MacGregor.
I would have been lying to the reporter if I gave a glowing account of my time in the cult. The first ashram I was in was headed by a psychotic woman by the name of Alice Braxton who was eventually sequestered in the Philadelphia ashram after I called the big honchos there and explained that she was totally out of touch with reality. I should have called her mother, but you know how that goes. That bitch made my life miserable with her mean-spiritedness, but I sucked it up because I wanted "enlightenment."
The second one was populated by a bunch of self-important layabouts who pushed papers in the house while I busted my ass on top of a ladder three stories high scraping paint all day. I finally came to my senses and took my next paycheck, pulled a red nighty over my polyester suit, dove out the window during an all day Sunday meditation and headed for the Frisco Bay...
