“Beard, huh? Doesn’t itch?”
“When it comes in. Not after that.”
“And long hair? Gets in your eyes, don’t it?”
“Ya brush it out of your eyes. Wear a hat. Braid it up or something.”
“Huh.”
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“That don’t smell like a Marlboro.”
“It ain’t.”
“I feel like I’m learning a lot here, Leon.”
One of your small gems. Thank you for helping all of us get through this.
Also, I used the photo to explain the concept of semi-fictionality to Mrs. NoThoughts. So I’m ready to speak about The First Church of the Iterated Christ, along with SmokingLeather.
“Perhaps choogle is what the times demand.”
You shall be my first apostles. Now: do you know any tax collecting brothers we can apostlize? The Church needs money.
Oh, I would’ve guessed we should apostlize tax lawyers, to get The First Church of the Iterated Christ properly incorporated. (The OS suggest “apostatize” as a spelling, but I know that’s the wrong direction.) I have to defer to your fundraising prowess, since you’ve got a semi-fictional universe that seems to have potential as a source of kind burritos, Texas dope, and third-generation concert tapes (if not actual money).