And then I realized that God was sitting right next to me, on the night-train to the inner-city streetlights, talking on his cellphone to his son, like any other father come home from a day at the office – the kind with fluorescent lights and cubicles. …I guess he does some sort of counseling thing – or at least that’s what he told me when I asked him if wanted some gum….didn’t ever know God liked Juicy Fruit…. He told me he spends 168 hour weeks telling people that their problems are his problems, and he loves it. So I took a side look at him like I looked at the guy who was yelling something about hell and damnation through this bullhorn in Time Square, and asked him if he was crazy, or just didn’t know any better. And he laughed – he just laughed….said he just has this thing for people…..and I told him that was alright, if you like it – no one argues with a man who wants to do his part…. And he laughed again and told me about the other work he does…I guess the Universe needs hedge-trimming once in a while…… And then he asked me my name…. And he said, “Tell me about yourself. I want to know it all.” So I gave him my life – bit of a story, too…… He tells me his kid is doing well.
written by Josh Gilman
October 11, 2009
