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posted by The Bad Yogi at 4:40 PM
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Bad Yogi takes us to the middle of a middle-aged man's yoga story. Bad Yogi isn't a real yogi, but he was badly injured when he dragged his bad leg into a yoga studio in Illinois four years ago. This particular type of yoga (he'll name it as he goes along), healed his leg when nothing else worked. Well, what's next? Stiff, male, grumpy, and living in exile in Essex, Bad Yogi is a poor candidate for enlightenment, but he slouches towards it nonetheless.
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