Literature
I Have Sinned
Every now and again, I had to admit, Queenie would share with us, some ridiculous, fucked up, bogus idea about how we needed to spend more quality time together. Like a family should be. But this-bloody hell- this took the cake. And not just a piece. Oh no, this time in particular, that pretty little wife of mine managed to steal this cake; the whole cake, and run with it.
It's a Sunday morning. And instead of being passed out, still sloshed after drinking massive amounts of God knows what; on the living room floor, I was sitting in the fourth row, off to the right side, in a bloody pew, listening to some old bastard talk about God.
God. I