I met a man bojangles

Hmmm, you went to Brooks?

You wore a tan loafer with a white sock on your right foot and a black wing tip with a black sock on your left foot. The two of you had anal sex the night before, but had religious differences in the morning. His purchase of musk melon and bubble gum are euphemisms for genetaIia and ejaculate, that being the cost of love lost.

I met a buddhist once, in LA. He told me if I chanted long enough and hard enough, I would get a brand new car.

...and you got the car you've put as your avatar, right Edgar?

No, I really didn't get anything.

back in the 70's a buddhist told me if I chanted long enough I would find peace, so I began to chant literally every waking moment.

Sure enough, before long no one would come near me or speak to me.

It sure was peaceful.

So I said to the man with the shoes "have you always bean a Buddhist?' and he said no but by that time the clerk had rung up my groceries and it came to $101.37 and I reached into my pocket to find only $33.00 so I said to Henry (seemed like a good name to me) "Henry", I said "got any spare change?' and he just said "no, i was born into The Rosicrucian Fellowship but early on I noticed a lack of wisdom." His name wasn't really Henry but I just let that slide because of his shoes. the clerk was waiting for me to pay up the bill so I wrote a check and signed it "Henry Buddhist." she said "thanks Henry and have a nice day." I said "yes, yes I will, it's on my agenda for today."
When I got back home the lady Diane asked me where I had bean, I just said I was talking to Mr Bojangles. She smiled and said I should sit down for awhile.

I met a buddhist once't, who advised me to be here now. But, given that i wasn't (there then), i have completely forgotten the incident.

No matter where you go, there you are. I don't, for a moment, believe you ever met a buddhist. Probably just a fakir.

Well, he asked me fer money, too--so i knew he was genuinely religious . . .

He was most likely a hairy krishna incognito.

You mean, there's a Brooks in Albuquerque?!

My Buddhist was real. He took me to an apartment, along with a dozen other seekers after wisdom and wholeness (and material possessions) and had us do the Nichiren chanting. (Chanting Na Mu Myo Ho Ren Ge Kyo is the essential practice of Nipponzan Myohoji, as well as most other sects of the Nichiren school of Buddhism. ...). Lest I be portrayed as anti Nichirin, let me point out, I believe these folks can be true Buddhists, without the materialist stigma I seem to have attached to them. But, in my initial encounters, they did tell me that if I were to chant, there would be miraculous healing for the sick, I could have a brand new car, etc. Much like the healing evangelists on TV. When I met some of these same folks in Houston, the materialist aspect was missing, so, who knows - ?