The Greaseball Monk — A Fictional Religious Satire and Dark Comedy by David Charles Kramer
The Greaseball Monk Nobody at Still Mountain Buddhist Monastery knew exactly where Leonard “Lenny Velvet” Katz had come from. He arrived during a thunderstorm wearing pointed black shoes, a silk suit, gold-tinted glasses, and enough pomade in his slicked-back hair to waterproof the monastery roof. He bowed before Master Sun Ho. “I have come to renounce the material world.” Behind him stood three designer suitcases, two garment bags, a portable espresso machine, and a locked silver case marked: PRIVATE SPIRITUAL EQUIPMENT Master Sun Ho regarded the luggage. “You have brought many possessions.” “These?” Lenny said. “Mostly emotional baggage.” The silver case contained eight gold watches, several casino chips, two passports under different spellings of his name, and six tins of imported pomade. Lenny called it his meditation kit. Master Sun Ho looked at Brother Ananda, who had come to help with the luggage. Brother Ananda looked at the silver case. Neither monk said anything...