This is a book of stories, some true, some fiction. As a preemie born in a communist hospital, I was denied formula and became an international scandal. As a teen, I shook hands with the Queen of Denmark. I was shirtless and barefoot, and high as a kite. I made the local papers. I met Moe of the Three Stooges. I went to high school in Thailand. I received Knowledge of the Self in 1973, and practice it every day.

Yes, this is a self-indulgent memoir of sorts, but it's really good stories.