Jesus Christ Had Dreads, So Shake Em

I went looking for God today, that went pretty well. First thing that happened was that I got on the bridge and saw a car full of nuns. I haven't seen that much faith in a single place in a long time. They were driving soooooooooooo slowly. I guess God doesn't mind if you are late, or makes it so you don't hit snooze so many times. Definitely it's easier getting dressed when you wear the same thing. Every single day.



All those devoted little ladies. There were five of them in a mid-size. They made me glad I chose to adventure today.


God was definitely in the tree I sat under while I waited to meet up with my date.





I sat right under it even though it was windy. I felt like if the universe truly hated me a squirrel would fall into my mouth or something. And nope. It didn't. More proof it was a good thing I left the house.


God was totally in the mountain of fog I saw on 24 West, and the little rainbow flash peeking out of the clouds like "hey it's me, God".





And in the sunset, when I got home.




And a few other places too. The wholesome dread, the party with white and pink balloons at the restaurant we went to. The accident I saw but was not in. The fact that when highway patrol pulled out behind me on the freeway it was to blurp the dude in front of me and not yours truly.

That kind of stuff.

Still a little confused though, about what I'm supposed to do with all of this. Ha. An embarassment of riches.

I'm gonna post some videos, work on Tha's jacket and read the rest of John Leguizamo's book, which is pretty fucking hilarious. Good night.