He was in his 50’s but when he was young, he had been a monk. A novitiate rather. A monk in training.
He had these insane stories about being a young monk trainee with a bunch of other, uh, monklets, I guess...
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When they finished their monkwork, they were allowed to talk but only to each other and only for an hour.
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Then the bell would ring and they’d go back to being monkish.
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...but he couldn’t do it.
So he left the order, moved to the city and went completely anti-monk.
Smoked, drank, went out. The guy was a blast.
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Spends his days putting on the mask of someone of pure thought and deed.
If he ever had that one-hour monk-chat though, you just know he’d be firehosing all the really whacked sh** in his head...
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