His Story

"Before being pushed through yet another womb I volunteered for this mission. I recall this old odd looking guy it could have been the image of God or it might have been a squirrel kinda fuzzy about the details. Now I am over the hill and on the way down or back, depending on your faith. I hope 'up' is a metaphor for heaven or someplace better than here, not too higher a bar to achieve I assume." The homeless dude who told me this story took a pull on his cheap vodka bottle and slumped, sat as he was in his own pool of piss. It looked like he was meditating or in the midst of a constant prayer. I walked away thinking just another crazy derelict. That night I dreamt that a fuzzy-faced angel had grabbed me firmly by the arm. It took me to a celestial temple where humanoid squirrels shared their past earth-stories. They were having a pool-party and swam around in only the finest vodka.