“Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.”
– Bill Vaughan
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
In Benson, Ruben Vega had to find the right church first, St. John the Apostle, then had to lie to the priest to get him to come from the priest house to the church to hear his confession.
Kneeling at the small window in the darkness of the confessional, Ruben Vega said, “Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been…thirty-seven years since my last confession.”
The old priest groaned, head lowered, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed.
“Since they I have fornicated with many women…maybe eight hundred. No, not that many, considering my work. Maybe six hundred only.”
“Do you mean bad women or good women?” the priest asked.
“They are all good, Father,” Ruben Vega said. “Let me think, I stole about…I don’t know, twenty-thousand head of beeves, but only in that time maybe fifty horses.” He paused for perhaps…
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