|
Situation Vacantby David G. AnthonyMy cousins have a strong religious streak—teetotal Bible belters. I don't like those Jesus freaks: the worst one’s Pastor Mike. To my surprise I heard from him last week. He wrote, “You’ve met my helper Pete, I think: I used to take him with me when I went to spread the Word. The man was heaven-sent to demonstrate the ill effects of drink. He’d drool beside me in the Gospel Hall and urinate, then fall about the stage; or, turning to my flock in drunken rage, he’d stagger forth and vilify them all. He’s passed away, the poor pathetic slob: so how about it—would you like the job?” |
||
|
|
|||