An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

We heard a couple of fishermen approaching
from down stream. We were in no condition to deal
with them. We grabbed our clothes and ran up the hill
into the woods. After the fishermen passed, we made
love. We felt primitive and talked of going over the
hill, never returning to civilization again. However,
we thought we might be hunted like animals, and as
darkness set in about us, we made our way to the
lodge.
The next day, we headed back to San Francisco.
Richard’s bike broke down half way. Carolyn and I
continued home. We couldn’t live with Richard any
longer and decided to get our own apartment while
he waited for his bike to be fixed.
The first day we looked for a place, we were hit
from the side by a drunk driver as we went through
an intersection. Fortunately, no one was going too
fast. The bike still ran, and we were scraped and
bruised.
The next day, we stopped at a light at Market
and VanNess, one of the busiest downtown intersections.
The light turned green, and I took off. A second
later, I was flying through the air. My hands broke the
fall. Then the bike landed across my legs. I lay in the
middle of the intersection with my broken left wrist
flapping. A red sports car went through a red light,
and I smashed into the side of it. Fortunately, a motorcycle
cop, right behind him, called an ambulance
and tow truck. The bike was totaled. Carolyn bounced
off the back, landed on her ass and only suffered
bruises.
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