Christ came
into my room the other day
and stood
there,
and I was bored
to death,
I had work to
do.
I wouldn't have
minded if he'd been crippled or something
... I do well
with cripples!
but he just
stood there... all face and with that damned guitar.
I didn't ask
him to sit down... He'd have stayed all day.
Let's be honest... you
can be crucified just so often... then you've had it.
I mean you're
useless, no good to God, let alone to anybody else.
So I said to
him after a while,
"Well, what's
up? What is it you want?"
and he
laughed... stupid!
Said he was
just passing by and thought he'd say "Hello".
Great!... I
said "Hello"... So he left.
And I was damned mad! I
couldn't even listen to the radio.
I went and got some
coffee...
