Thursday, February 7, 2008
38/366: Paul
A local minister’s son, he’d take me into the church at night to sit on the altar and get stoned. Laughing, he’d regale me with lies about the virgins he’d deflowered there. Unlike mine, his rebellion never took violent or bitter turns. Despite his father’s best efforts, he was always joyful.
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4 comments:
Oh, fabulous last line.
And the things that happen in sanctuaries...
Now I want to know more
that's the kind of rebellion that drives them nuts: the good soldier schwejk kind
indigo: Indeed.
mali: Sorry, I won't kiss and tell. Or whatever. ;-)
Mrs. S: He did drive his dad nuts. Totally bonkers. He was a straight-A student, naturally.
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