Those of us who saw Coco run could count ourselves among the lucky. Jeanie asked me. You didn't place a bet at all night, and then you put ten dollars on that dog. We were out in the parking lot, trying to find her Saab. It sounded lucky.
Buddhist monks get it.
They get in this zone where they're on a different plane. They can use their minds to control their body temperature. Some of them can fly. I stood on my toes and flapped my arms. She pushed me against the fender of a Jeep, and pressed herself against me.