“You ever thought of getting a trial separation from God?” The question was unexpected given the nature of the evening but I immediately knew exactly where he was going with it. Nevertheless, I played along. Why?” “Maybe, so you can see other people.” He was starting to sound like the American TV drama we were watching. Drama is relative; more like a soap opera. “That’ll never work.” I said “Yes. I forgot. Jesus is the only boy you could be in a long term relationship with. Irony abounds.” I shot him a dirty look. It would have been more powerful if I had long flowing locks. And was Farrah Fawcett. “What. Don’t give me that ‘Satan-be-gone’ look. I’m serious.” I stopped pouring the Pringles and turned to him proper. “HE is not the problem. That’s not…” three pages of retort swam in my head with no actual direction. “And that’s not irony okay that’s….” still, no actual direction. I graduated top of my class in English Language and Lit; I can debate the merits of ...
i walked in the rain with a depraved umbrella and thought "why not" and i did because that's the kind of guy i am - B IS for Stealing