2003-04-29 - 11:10 a.m.
I saw Jesus yesterday and he was on his skateboard.
It wasn't the baby in the manger nor was it the man nailed to the wood,
it was the passed over Jesus, adolescent, beautiful pimples and all.
He was chewing on a piece of his often-rendered locks, and looked at me with an unparalelled intensity, then he stared at the rail behind me with the same severity, trying to figure out if he could nose grind it without crushing his groin.
