god is love Jason met a young man at a party, amid the dizzy whirl. "What's your name?" he asked. "God," replied the boy modestly. "No shit. You aren't the God, by any chance, that everyone's talking about?" "Oh, no," the boy said, embarrassed. "People used to give me a lot of shit about that in school. They'd accuse me of 'thinking I was God,' and I'd say, 'Well, I am God, that's my name.' But I'm not that God, that's for sure." "So 'God Saves,' that's not you?" Jason pressed. "Hell, no! 'God Spends Freely' would be more like it. Mostly, I can't keep a dime in my pocket." The boy chuckled. "And those other slogans—'Fear of God,' I hate that. What bullshit! Could you imagine a guy being scared of me? The only one I like—you'll think this is funny...." "Go on," Jason said encouragingly. "The only one I like is 'God is Love.' In my case, God is love!" "You mean, 'God Loves You.'" The boy blushed. "God does love you, sometimes." Jason laughed. "What about 'God is great, God is good, let us thank Him for our food'?" "Fuck that, let's eat!" They snagged some hors d'oeuvres from a passing tray.
	location: Denver, Colorado date: Fall 1993 average rating: 10.00 (1 vote) your rating (0-10):