Jan 06 2008
Assult on Atheism
Today was a stress on my faith. I know I’ve had a charmed life full of mystery, torture and riches beyond imagination. I woke up and ate breakfast at slim goodies; got the tex-mex special. As I waited in line I told my mom of the upcomimg marage and the desire to do so in the Church I grew up in. She told me I’d have to develope a relationship with a priest to make the pope happy. I walked to my table and got the best seat in a packed house. Beside me sat a guy with a zero shaved into his head. Uh? No big deal, just a coinidence because of the O hi O game in town. The zero reminded me of my bus ride from the Frech Quarter yesterday. A huge black man wearing a Los Angeles jersy sat beside me. The number on the yellow microfiber was 08. I asked him if he was from LA; he said, “no, just like the team”. I wished him well on his evening of beer, weed and crawfish. We shook hands.
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