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| Jason met a young man at a party, amid the dizzy whirl. |
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| "What's your name?" he asked. |
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| "God," replied the boy modestly. |
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| "No shit. You aren't the God, by any chance, that everyone's talking about?" |
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| "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." |
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| "So 'God Saves,' that's not you?" Jason pressed. |
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| "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...." |
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| "Go on," Jason said encouragingly. |
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| "The only one I like is 'God is Love.' In my case, God is love!" |
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| "You mean, 'God Loves You.'" |
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| The boy blushed. "God does love you, sometimes." |
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| Jason laughed. "What about 'God is great, God is good, let us thank Him for our food'?" |
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| "Fuck that, let's eat!" They snagged some hors d'oeuvres from a passing tray. |
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