—I’M JUST DOING ME, I GOT NO BAD DAYS

 

Hunger

  

--Hey, good morning. Just wondering, not that I really care, but, how many people were shot yesterday?

--You mean killed?

--Yeah, you know, but don’t judge me already.

--Do you mean some school shooting, or off the grid stuff, like Chicago on a wild weekend?

--Humor me.

--Hold on a sec. I’m checking my phone. (…) Well, it seems like all the kids that were murdered this morning were actually praying while they either got shot in the head or the back. They had their Bibles though, so that’s something. 

--How many kids was it this time?

--I don’t know, hold on, let me see. Oh shit, like, 22, like a whole neighborhood of kids.

--You’re joking right?

--I’m not that clever.

--And they’re all dead now?

--No, no. There are plenty of survivors. Some kids ducked under their pews. Plenty of people are praying for them.

--What’s a pew exactly?

--A hard bench, or a thing that’s meant to save you from evil. It’s a sacred place to pray.

--Oh, okay. I’d like to have a pew.  Maybe we could get one put in after the scaffolding comes down.

--Smart thinking, You’re always thinking, that’s why I love you. 

--I love you, too. So much.

-- Are you hungry?

--Thank God you asked. I’m fucking famished.

--I hoped you’d day that.