By Chris Milam
We all squirm because we are all early; the volunteers haven’t emerged from the kitchen yet. Staring into the hive of havenots, two thoughts occur: Who can I bum a cigarette from? and I hope they serve cheeseburgers with absolution.
Teenagers finally float from the back carrying trays of meatloaf, green beans, and applesauce. I inhaled four plates plus three oatmeal cookies. The kids were mannerly and soft-spoken and angelic. They won’t land here on a Friday evening when they’re my age.
A smiling, faithful woman hands me two meals in Styrofoam boxes to take home. It’s almost cruel.
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Absolution is, in fact, universally served with a funnel cake, spicy tuna roll (sushi), and doubleshot (1/2 everclear 1/2 dark rum). This is the meal you must down before crossing the pearly gates. Haha! Yes.
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As to where the kids land, don’t let the youthful inexperience fool you. Some# of them very likely might land there, just the same.
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A sign of the times!
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Very deep
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Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Great perspective
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Reminiscent of scenes from my past. Well written. Thank you.
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