I left New York under duress, trailing bad debts and other complications. (When they said “bench warrant” I thought it meant like a time-out.) I landed at Harbin Hot Springs, near Middletown CA, off the grid, under the radar, and into a structure made of 2-by-4s and tarps and rope on a mountainside. Lasted there for most of a winter until I was rescued by a woman with central heating.
It’s been a long trip since then and things have worked out mostly for the better. The woman in question (“central heating,” as it turned out, was at once an amenity, a metaphor and an understatement) is now a famous visionary and spiritual teacher. I have also done well for myself, having met the residency requirement to qualify for public assistance in San Francisco. I no longer fear radar and I even trust my name to Google. For the most part.
If you’re wondering about the name MonkeyTea, and well you should be, check out:
On the other hand, if you want to learn something substantial about actual Monkey-Picked Tea, an ancient Chinese myth that’s been revived for marketing purposes, you might need to go somewhere else entirely:
Enjoy!
- Kevin K
