George was in a fine mood today. He was actually sober which surprised me greatly. We got caught in a conversation about all things related to religion…
“I think I am gonna start going to church with momma again,” George told me after a lengthy discussion about the holy trinity.
I smiled broadly, amused. This was not the first time George has said something along those lines. George will go a few Sundays until it grows too tiresome to stay sober long enough to make it to church.
“You don’t have a religious bone in your body,” I replied, pulling on a cigar, as I continued to smile and listen earnestly.
“I’m serious,” George said. “I feel Jesus calling me home. He be talkin’ to me.”
“If I were to say that, they would lock me up on the psychiatric ward of the hospital and up the dosages of my meds.”
George burst out laughing at me saying that.
“Do you think religious people are actually crazy?” George asked.
“Let’s just say I think religious people are interesting,” I replied. “I wouldn’t go so far as calling them crazy, although, I’ve met a few fundamentalist preachers with a few screws loose.”
I really didn’t want to get into another tiresomely long and drawn out discussion with George about God and things theological, so I carefully bid him farewell escaping the conversation and walked on around to the back of the shopping center. I then saw Dumpster Diving Dan leaning over into a dumpster picking through the trash. Dan is looking haggard these days as if he is ill of health. He just seems to not be taking care of himself. Dan has to be in his mid sixties, although, I don’t know his exact age. I didn’t stop to talk and just walked on home. I was feeling anti-social today and my social gas had run out with the long discussion with George. Ferret or Rosa was nowhere to be seen today.