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Jesus Loves You Baby

Memoir Project Rough Draft

Strip club L.A. leaning on bar waiting a drink thrusty music busty boobs drunks and smoke and clouds of swirling I need another shot hurry the fuck up “Hey you,” a squeaky voice over right. I look. Blond hair nothing on but T-bar and feather boa draping down either side gorgeous tits cocktail tray in hand. “Yeah you,” she says, “Jesus doesn’t hate you, he loves you. What’s wrong with you?” Just smile back. “Yeah man, Jesus loves you man.” Fat fuck says blowing smoke bar stool next to woman Jesus doesn’t hate Jesus loves. Smile back think get those tits over here baby sit on Jesus’ lap he loves you too honey. Take shot give money turn smile look down at my chest black T-shirt white distressed text:

Jesus Hates Me.

But he loves you baby!

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© 2007 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on May 13, 2007 in
Emotion: Elation, Type: Creative Nonfiction