And now I'm villanized when I was just hoping to get a little respect. You 70's guys just can't let go. And you also need to let go and forgive us Mahatmas for our mistakes just as Maharaji has. Charanand plays tennis with Raja Ji all the time at the Rez. And Maharaji lets Charanand have a girlfriend, too. Let's just say there weren't many hard feelings between Prem and the Mahatmas. Heck, even Jagdeo gets darshan when Maharaji is in India.

Joe, you know when I go up to the Rez in Malibu I hear all of those X-rated inner circle jerks whispering behind my back about me - "Oh, there's dumb old Babaluji still wearing those saffrons and trying to get in with Prem. How shall we test him? What fun service should we give him this time? Shall we have him give satsang to the motorhome again?"

I can't tell you how tired I am of having to clean the driveway from one end to the other with toothbrush. Not only that, but it's my own Sonicare toothbrush.

Oh, and sometimes they let me shag (not That kind of shag, mates) golf balls down the hill from when Prem practices his swing. You don't know how steep that hill is. And it's hot out down there. No shade and no water to drink looking for these goofy little white balls.

I was just hoping that maybe I could get a better service like being the pool boy so I could catch a glimpse of Daya and Wadi once in awhile. And Marolyn's still quite the babe, too.