It’s not that the Catholics are bad people, per say. And it’s not like I hate them or anything like that. It’s just that when Sunday rolls around (or Wednesday night, or lent, or whenever else they feel like getting together and doing whatever they do), I’m afraid of leaving my house for lack of parking within the 4-block radius of the cathedral. I’m not the only resident in my building, nor is my building the only residential habitat on the block. And perhaps the cathedral was around before my house was (after careful research, it has been found that my current residence (originally a brothel) was built and completed in 1879, whereas the cathedral wasn’t finished until 1921 (construction began in 1916) – take that). I still don’t think that gives all of the Catholics parking rightaways on my street, alley, or lawn, nor the need to look at me strangely and/or sneer at me while I’m out on my front porch in my bathrobe smoking a cigarette, watching them all go by. It’s almost enough to make me turn back into a 15-year old surly youth.
Anyhow, that’s all rather petty and I’ll stop talking about that. Now.
So today I noticed that the rain was weakening a bit, so I went outside to enjoy some patches of blue sky. As I was relishing the sunshine, I turned my head to look directly above me to postulate the reasoning behind the drops still falling on me, and to my surprise, one of these water drops went directly into my eye. Something like this happening is rather strange, and indeed, is probably the weirdest thing that’s happened to me in a while. To go back and think about the event, I remember looking up at a cloud, and seeing something coming towards me, then blinking furiously from the sting of impact. It was all quite surreal, I assure you.
you should wear rosaries while you smoke in your bathrobe.
Posted by: j-a at March 30, 2005 8:08 AM