October 20, 2005

Conversations With The Father

Dear God,

Remember our last conversation? It was Tuesday night, when I was riding across the the upper level of the Queensborough Bridge in the back of a taxi. I prayed to you to give me the power to not barf across the whole span and in exchange I was never going to drink alcohol ever again.

Well, we both dropped the ball on that one.

Love,

MAK

Posted by mak at October 20, 2005 10:46 PM
Comments

Touching. Truly touching. Inspirational, too. :)

Posted by: Jess at October 21, 2005 5:37 AM

Apparently God likes you drunk.

Posted by: Jeffrey at October 21, 2005 9:50 AM

HAHAHAHA! That was laugh-out-loud funny.

Posted by: Michael at October 21, 2005 10:20 AM

He moves in mysterious ways......

Posted by: Hanuman at October 21, 2005 10:44 AM

Oh that's right, Bob's in town, isn't he?

Posted by: Jeffrey at October 21, 2005 12:30 PM

Great!

Posted by: Crash at October 21, 2005 2:01 PM

I hope you tipped really, really well.

Posted by: Brian at October 21, 2005 2:15 PM

Weak! I drank for my birthday on Wednesday and Thursday... it took all my power, but I kept all the alcohol in! ;o)

Posted by: Jenn at October 21, 2005 4:24 PM

So THAT'S what caused that fire on the 59 St. bridge!

Posted by: Lee at October 23, 2005 6:51 AM

Leaving Manhattan nauseates me, too.

Posted by: Frank Beekman at October 23, 2005 10:27 PM