Your Erroneous Bones

I. Introduction

A guru wearing a bedsheet sat cross-legged before a group of rugged shipfitters wearing hard hats. It was their lunch hour and all the workmen had forgone lunch in order to learn how to use their chakras. They had just pledged themselves, every last man of them, to give up beer-drinking and Monday night football on TV, and to practice chastity between the equinoxes.