Thre Is A God
“Damn Geoige, it’s
always an adventure when I hangs wit ya!” I said as I got out of the car.
“Yo man, ya can neva
sez I’m boring, uh?” He smiled.
He waved as he drove
off, and I went inside. I had lost my apetite, and I could not but help mull over what had happened the last couple of
days. I could not even begin to imagine, how my mind would have processed all
of that crap, had I still been on acid. I thanked God I wasn’t. I couldn’t
believe the BS, the inhumanity I had witnessed the last two days. How
uncivilized we can be, how freaking ugly we sometimes are to one another. These people were supposed to be Christians, commanded to love our enemies. I suppose God has a funny sense of humor, he tells us to love our enemies, then I guess to show
HIM how much we love HIM, he gives us a bunch of enemies to love. Well, the last
couple of days, I guess we failed HIM miserably.
I’ve always like to
catch the sport’s news before I go to bed, catch up on the Yanks, any boxing results, and watch my man…swishing, Warner
Wolf. That night, there was a semi final match between, Italy and Argentina
in the world cup. I’m not a Sucker fan, my game is baseball, period. But, when Wolf
announced that Argentina
had beaten Italia in its match, I was so elated, I jumped out of my chair, and
screamed,
“There is a God, yes
there is a God!” He heard the Argentines’ cries.
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