By Bob Thurber
Recently I walked across town to visit my kid and drop off money to his mother.
My wife’s new man was there. His name is Jesus. He pronounces it Hey Zeus.
He stuck out his hand and said, Hello, sir, I am Hey Zeus.
He was no bigger than me and only a couple years younger.
He had white teeth and a nice smile.
I snapped back, I’m Apollo Fucking Creed.
From another room, my wife said, Be nice to him.
Jesus kept his smile beaming, waiting with his hand out.
Which one of us are you talking to, I said.
Great chuckle. You do have to wonder on some of those unforeseen meetings. Thank you, Bob.