God Is a Drag Queen at 7:00 a.m.

I stopped being a Christian when my uncle was murdered. I was in eighth grade, and the notion that there is a so-called “heavenly father” that would allow this sort of shit to happen was preposterous to me.

After finishing up David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest and Chuck Palhnuik’s Damned, I’ve decided that I wanted to re-read the Bible.

I’m midway through Leviticus right now, and I have to say that I really don’t like this God. He is like a drag queen you run into at 7 a.m. after a night of drinking, fucking and coke. His makeup has completely run down his face, the heel has broken off on his shoes and he’s holding his wig while stumbling along the sidewalk. He’s a jealous bitch that you just want to run away to the other side of the street from. It ain’t pretty.

I’m hoping this God has some redeeming qualities. After all he has sparked so many wars over the millenia.