You mildly interupted a lovely evening with my wonderful girlfriend last night. You handed us a “jesus-paper” shaped like a million dollar bill and asked us if we think we’re going to heaven. I replied curtly with “definately not”, followed by a refusal to answer your questions, and a word of respect towards the courage you have to do what you were doing.
Alas, what you want to say always comes long after, doesn’t it?
I would have rather said that I don’t need to be bribed with a chance at paradise in order to be the good person I believe I turned out to be. I would have rather said that I don’t think I’m going to heaven, because I already see and feel heaven everyday I exist on this beautfiul planet, with every one of it’s beautiful imperfections.
Alas, what you want to say always comes long after.
If you read this, I wish you good luck on your life path, and I hope you yourself find the heaven you seek.
—The man with the skeleton gloves
This article appears in Dec 31, 2009 – Jan 6, 2010.
Haha, you almost had me there for a moment! I was going to be the first one to say “this isn’t a Love, it’s a Bitch! What the fuck, The Coast!”
Turns out it’s a sneaky Bitch that morphs into a Love. Brilliant. If only I had that way with words.
Nemaste!