I think I might be in trouble. I ran into Buddha in the street in front of my apartment. Long story short, I killed him. That’s what you are susposed to do because the true Buddha lies within, right? Here is when it gets dicey. I checked his wallet and it turns out it wasn’t Buddha, it was just some fat bald guy named Larry who bore a striking resemblance to Buddha. Seriously, this guy could be Buddha’s brother, or at the vary least, a cousin.

If you ask me, I hardly think this is my fault. Larry shouldn’t have been walking around all Buddha like. Would it have killed him to wear a name tag that said Hello, my name is Larry? OK, maybe a poor choice of words, but you get my point. Lucky no one saw what I did, so I rolled him into the duck pond and went and got a jelly donut. If anyone asks, mum’s the word.