“Just because Jesus and I decided to see other people, doesn’t mean that we don’t talk once in awhile.” – the lovely Lafayette from True Blood
I talk to him. I do. As much as I don’t have a formal – read…go to an organized gathering with a bunch of folks pushing their point of view down my gullet – relationship with him, we do chat from time to time. He and I talked a lot when I was in the hospital, ready to leave the earth and kick it with the Big Guy. I didn’t know I was dying, but I talked a lot of smack about it. Nuns came in and out of my room. Every preacher from here to Nashville came to my room. I finally figured it out. I’m about to kick the bucket – and I hadn’t even finished all the shit on my Bucket List. What’s up with that? The final Nun came in and I proclaimed, “I’m pissed at your boss.” She asked, “Father Doherty?” “No,” I said, “God. I have children, at home to raise and I have to get the hell out of this hospital.” She laughed, kissed my head and walked out. I heard, about three weeks later, that she went into the waiting room, where my family was, and told them, with a giant smile on her face, “SoVix is pissed off. She’s going to be just fine!” Damn right! Only the good die young!
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“I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,” – me.
“I’ve been driving as fast as I can to get here!” – you.
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“Let’s just stop all of this talking nonsense and get back to just fucking.” – me.
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