So I bumped into Jesus at the WaWa this morning…
ME: Why so glum, chum?
JESUS: Does show that much?
ME: Well you’re sitting on the ground with your head in your hands and a sign that reads, “Ask me who I am.” I’d say glum was a good guess. So what’s up?
JESUS: Can I ask you a question? And be honest, okay?
ME: Like I would lie to YOU.
JESUS: Who do people say I am?
ME: Oh man. I wasn’t expecting that.
JESUS: Well?
ME: Honestly? I really don’t know.
JESUS: And you? Who do you say I am?
ME: Oh wow. I’m not really sure. I know that I like you and that you make me feel good when I’m around you. So that’s in your job description. I know that you mooch off of me and I don’t mind it one bit. I know who you say you are, but I haven’t really seen proof. I know that you piss a lot of people off around here, which I guess fits your profile. Who do you say you are?
JESUS: I’m the kind of guy who will never settle down. Where broken hearts are, you know that I’m around. I kiss him and I hug them because to me they’re all the same. I hug em and I squeeze em, they don’t even know my name.
ME: Let me guess. They call you the Wanderer?
JESUS: Yeah, the Wanderer. I go round and round and round and round.
ME: Nice. The Gospel according to Dion.
JESUS: He’s timeless, like me. Now how about a coffee, some smokes and a sticky bun please?
ME: You got it.
JESUS: Love ya babe.
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