Red pepper bisque and roasted chicken finished off with a green tart apple. That was my lunch for which I pray after, like post-grace.
"Fuck yeah" I pray, rubbing my belly with sticky fingers and rolling my eyes towards heaven.
Church ends with a long cold drink of water from a tall plastic coffee mug from Merrill Wisconsin, reminds me that some things can't be undone.
God that was a good lunch.
