At the time, there were 20 students living at the Center.
There was Warhol with his crazy white hair who wore patterned vests and Locke who was seven feet tall and looked like the guy from lost.
There was the Snorlax who was enormous and always had a jar of raspberry tea and snored without fail in group and there was Twitch who was skinny and mostly bald with glasses who looked like the guy who always plays the junky in movies.
There was The Woodpecker who had a pointy nose and a tiny mustache who feverishly tapped his plate with his spoon at breakfast and there were The Twins who were bright eyed long haired blonde kids who probably weren’t related and there were also the Wind Bags who were old Chinese men who farted so often and so loud that people avoided standing behind them and there was Shifty who was young and athletic who sat behind me in group and always squirmed around and of course there was The Crazy Cowboy who had a straw hat and beard who pointed a lot and talked to himself and there was The Burner who had big rippling calves and a water bottle covered in colorful burning man stickers and there was the Grouch who was stocky and always frowning who wore grey sweatpants and there was Simmons who had puffy hair and pink yoga pants who was always sneaking off to do pushups and then there was Mr. Goenka our teacher who told jokes and sang like a drunken bullfrog and there was me who would sneak off to write silly things on napkins and you couldn’t tell that we were living as Buddhist monks who had taken a vow of silence if you saw us in a parking lot or at a baseball game except for maybe the twins because they walked really slow with their hands clasped behind their backs.