I sent an e-mail out to some peeps about getting in a submission and I shared a little story like this:
"My father used to sit in my room because I was too scared to fall asleep all the time. He thought it might help to tell me that I should imagine that Jesus was sitting in there with me, watching while I fell asleep. Well that scared the shit out of me. Thanks dad."
Then my dad wrote me back later a message like this:
"I said that Jesus was watching you? What kind of crack was I on? Seriously, I can't remember ever having said such a thing!"
The kind of crack that makes you play music on Classon Ave with a stranger? That's crack I can get down with...love me some pops.
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