At least it wasn’t his fists of fury that put me down into la-la land. I’m hoping this doesn’t become a trend, because I’m not a fan of it. Actually, before I open my eyes, I lie here for a second because I can hear Mike talking, and it’s slightly amusing. He obviously doesn’t know I’m conscious yet, and this might be a perfect chance for good ammunition down the road. “Dear Heavenly Father, hallowed by thy name, your will be done on earth as … As what? Jesus. Why can’t I remember this? On earth as in heaven! Right. That’s right. And then—shit. Forget it. Amen. Just do not let him be possessed, okay? Please? I know you’re up there, God, and I know you’re listening, because there can’t be good without evil and evil without good, and whatever that thing was, it was evil, so I know you’re up there, too. Just—look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t stick closer to my friend, and I’m sorry I abandoned him, but you gotta understand—it was harsh—harsh—that thing we did.
