August 7, 2015




I lay in bed that night contemplating religion when I should have been having fantastic dreams about champagne fountains and super-fast sports cars. Was there a god? Had I been wrong all these years? I just couldn't wrap my mind around it. To think that somewhere there was this great deity overlooking us and judging our actions seemed absurd. You would think they would be more involved. God could appear, perhaps, when Satan came to claim a soul. Thne they could duke it out, a wrestling match or even a battle of the wits in front of their targeted soul. No, if there was a god they had become more than lax about letting their arch nemesis run rampant. How effective was claiming a single soul at time, anyway? In a world of billions it had to be the least effective way. "Satan" was more than likely just a very attractive woman who has an evil need to mess with people's minds. Why she chose me I may never know but it had to be coincidence the ticket won. Purely coincidence. I won because I am good, hardworking person and I deserve it.




Do you believe that? 'Cause I'm not sure I do.

Those thoughts ran circles in my head until I fell into a fitful sleep where I dreamt of a fantastic house, car and, maybe even a husband. Or a pool boy. I only remember that he was cute, buff, and had an intense dislikling of his shirt. I hopped in my fast car and zipped off into the sunset with him at my side only to pull into the parking lot of popular restaurant chain, wearing my dowdy pants, shirt and apron. I stepped inside to see her there, the sucker stick emerging from her red, wet lips as she smiled a malicious smile. The name tag of manager was proudly displayed on her overly perky chest as she motioned eagerly to a restaurant full of hungry and angry customers.

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