Sundays and Miracles

Phone call late last night, you missed me by like 2 min., our dear friend Anjala has gotten engaged. Good job. See, all those hundreds of years ago I told you, life has a funny way of working itself out. I may be talking out of my ass most of the time, but I've been known to pull out a nugget of truth from time to time. It's Richard, it's madness, yet there is method in it.

Congratulations.

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Saw a church sign on the way home it read, "When Satan knocks on the door, let Jesus answer it". Yeah, that's not being ungrateful or anything. "Hey Jesus. I know you suffered for me and died a horriable, painful death hanging from a piece of wood in the hot, swealtering desert sun, just so all of my sins would be forgiven, but, uh, could you get the door please? Desperate Housewives is about to start. "

And think about how awkward that exchange would be. Satan knocks on the door and Jesus answers it.

Oh, hey Jesus, how have you been? Really? That's cool. How's the family? Oh yeah, guess your right. Sorry. Uh, how's your dad? Yeah, when you see him again, just tell him I was mis-quoted a lot and, you know, it's not personal, just business. Ok, well, um, take it easy, I guess. Nice sandals, by the way. You probably already know this, but Jerry died and Phish broke up. Twice. Just throwing that out there. But they look good on you though. You know, classic, old school. Doesn't get much more old school hippy than you. Anyways, be cool. See that, irony. Satan telling you to be cool. See, it's hot in hell....you know what, just...bye.

See, awkward.