Living Water
After Sunday School I threw up breakfast behind our portable classroom like it was sin, my breakfast I mean, Sugar Smacks and Tang, but at least I managed to keep it all in until we said Amen to the Lord’s Prayer. But Miss Hooker heard me outside the building, the walls are pretty thin, and watched me finish giving it up and didn’t say a word until I stopped, God bless her, because then it might’ve been tough for me to get the demons out. She’s my Sunday School teacher. If I’m ever going to marry her one day I can’t afford to be caught throwing up like...
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One day Miss Hooker will die and go to Heaven to live with the angels and God and Jesus and the Holy Ghost and all the good folks who never sinned, or not much, not enough to to go to Hell, and I wish I could say that I’m in that number but for ten years old I sin a damn-Hell of a lot, I mean everyday, if I didn’t know better I’d say I was cursed but I’m not blaming Adam and Eve though it’s probably their damn fault anyway but just myself, I guess I know the rules because Miss Hooker lays them down in class and warns us besides to take care of our eternal...
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