this morning #913.

this morning, standing by himself on the corner across the street, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit seemed to be speaking to me in a sharp tongue. screaming across traffic. begging for an audience. it was clearly god’s word. hurled words of fire & brimstone propelled my way as i waited for the bus to arrive. i had so many questions. who is this guy? who does he think he is? why is this the place he’s picked to preach? does he seriously think he can reach me? am i going to hell? does he know? if i ask him, will he even tell me? if i ask him, he has to. right? do i even have enough time to go over & ask him before the bus arrives? i decided i had to chance it.