The Trek Home
I have decided that enlightenment is not for me. My brief time here saw many celebrities die. Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, and Billy Mays all passed away in the week I was at the ashram.
I wanted to leave but the armed guards wouldn’t let me. The only way out was by escape. I volunteered to take out the garbage after dinner. I did my impersonation of a father going out for ice cream and didn’t return.
The sun was setting in the western sky. I am sure it was a beautiful sunset, but I didn’t know because I walked east. I kept walking until I saw a motel. It was a old building on the outside bordering on blight. The inside was kept in good condition. The motel is in a small town called “Bonanza.” I would spend last night in Like the ashram, it was in the middle of nowhere.
I will soon head to Medford by bus. From Medford,I will be taking a bus to Portland. I will spend tonight in Portland and fly home tomorrow.
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Bonanza is a perfect small town to hide out. They have amazing census data to disguise even the most heinous cult member. I suspect that the “motel” is a CIA front to cover for various agents.
I have to agree. The people at the motel called the ashram as a “bunch of weirdos.”