my roomate left for san fran to find god, and appartently he did. god was 
playing the sax on the east end of the oakland bridge for spare 
change.... my roomate asked him "hey, do you know 'rainy weather'?" and 
he said, hey, of course i do, i'm god. and from what my roomate tells me 
he heard the most incredible rendition of rainy weather of his life but 
that makes sense, cause he was god afterall.

that was just six months after the frog, in peril of it's immaterial 
soul, took its own life to the red bridge and left to the right of 
wrong... well to make a long story short ... (i know i know its too late) 
i got his stereo, which i had asked him for when he started smoking in the 
first place.  

be that as it may.

my point is that while i was walking into this middle east town, pregnant 
as a patriarch (when played by a woman big as a house) and fer criss's 
sake i could swear my womb was sloughing towards the township. or 
something else of similiar spelling. it was that, right there this thesis 
formed fertile in my mind, i am doomed to always use that repeating first 
letter technique thingy.

so i says to him "fuck your feudal philosophies!" and immeadiately I see my 
error and try to backpedal like a politician paired with a porn star. I 
explained that jfk was not as perviously suspected taken out by an alien 
phaser on the grassy knoll, and while  he certainly did not act with 
the cia (they food poisoned him once) he could have been under orders of
the ontologist of ontario... a group certainly nefarious to have carried out
such a deed and now revealed to be integral to the Canadian Conspiracy (tm).

but who am i kidding? you knew all that.

back to my roomate cause save several thousand commuters a day he's the only 
one in several centuries to have affirmatively seen god... so i says to him 
(besides the feudal shit) which god? what was he like? why did he create 
humanity to suffer? why does he prefer sax to, say, drums? and he says 
"that's a stupid question! who could set drums up on the oakland bridge?" well, 
i say, somewhat hurt, he is GOD i'd think he could set drums up where ever he 
pleased and my roomate says good point, i'll go ask him and that's the last i 
ever saw of my roomate and the bitch of it is it's hard to find people to share 
this rent on reality with me so if god took him early for asking such a good 
question (which i suspect) then he can damn well give him back. besides, he 
did the dishes.  

I hate dishes.

then again maybe god does too and THAT'S why he took him early, him being 
such a good roomate and all. 

based on a truth!  ... the names are gnerally changed to protect the 
innocent; the story is changed to protect the guilty.

bahack.