I met a kid
in a bar.
I asked him
what's the score?
he laughed and said,
What game?
Life.

Graduating.
Having a little fun.
Then what? I ask.
Seminary.

Why the hell
would you do that?
Sorry padre.

I'm not Catholic.
My bad.

Going to be a missionary.
Spread The Word
to the heathens.

Whose Words?
I wondered.

I ordered another.
What's a preacher
doing in a bar?

Can't be a saint if you
don't live among the lepers.

I like this kid.
I ordered him another.

I was going to be a lawyer,
he said.
Then he got the Call.

Lawyers make more money,
I said.
It's not about the money,
he scoffed.

Amen, I said.

He's telling me
it's not about the money.

It's the women, then, right?

Hahaha. He was getting
a little red in the face.

Not the boys, right? You
said you weren't
Catholic.

Well, I've not found me
the right girl yet,
He said.
Lower your standards,
I said.

He thanked me
for the drinks
and the philosophy
and headed back to
a group of college kids.

I think there may be more
lawyers doing God's work
than preachers.