I spent Easter Sunday with the
family. We have a long tradition of getting together to eat and take
pictures and have an Easter egg hunt. I seldom if ever feel like attending, but
once I’m there it’s not half bad.
I don’t have a whole lot in common
with my family. They tend to be normal with steady jobs and kids. I’m the black
sheep, the artist. I don’t play golf and I don’t go to church. I read, and try
to learn as much as I can about the world around me.
I have one cousin, the only thing he
can talk about is golf. There’s not much to his personality, just golf, god, and
aircraft and missile components. He said a prayer before the meal, and all I
could think about while he was praying was, what a phony!
Thank you god for this meal, and
the special order of ACR gun parts, and bless those who prepared the food,
and thank you for the bombs bursting in air, and the rockets red glare, and we
ask these things in your name, amen.
"Baaa!" the black sheep says, "baaa!
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