I was in Dunkin Donuts and there he was. God sat in the corner having a cup of coffee. The remants of an undistinguished donut remained in the unkempt fur of his beard. Scraggly and dirty, God needed to take better care of himself. I moved towards him, unsure of myself after the last time we spoke. "So God, what's the meaning of life?" I ask, ready for some answers. He looks up at me, obviously bothered by my presence. "Son, I wouldn't tell you, even if I knew." He says to me, simultaneously jumping to his feet and heading out the door. I stood there listless, without answers to some very difficult questions.
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Sunday, March 8, 2009
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