"But, God I don't want comfort,
I want Poetry, I want danger,
I want lust, I want sin."

"In fact," said God, " you want
the right to be unhappy."

"All right, then, I'm claiming
the right to be unhappy."
I replied definitely.

" Also the right to grow old
and ugly and impotent; the
right to be lazy; the right to
look forward to a happier
tomorrow; the right to live
with unspeakable sins of
every kind."

"I claim them all." I said.

Then God shrugged his shoulders
and smiled and said.
"Your welcome."