dear st. peter's square diary,
as the body of the pontiff passed by, the mourning period began. one billion catholics crying over their dead leader. i remember when dude died too- my cousin tammy had a baby within an hour of his death and would you know that lil fucker came out looking just like the pope? i shit you the fuck not. catholic people have cool traditions. some of what they believe is hard to grasp- being raised methodist- but the incense burning and all the chants and rituals and repetition- it's all pretty cool. taking a lighter to church was always fine with me. i always liked going to a catholic high school tho, especially interacting with the nuns. they were not very accepting of me- but i wasn't very respectful yet- as that part of me remained undeveloped until around my sophomore year. i got tired of detentions and essays. after i learned you could get more with honey than shit and salt- it was easier to get up in the mornings. my 'older' boyfriend on his obnoxious motorcycle and my insistence on wearing miniskirts on the back of it always drew attention before and after school when he dropped me off and picked me off with a long french kiss- at the front doors- every single day. sometimes he even came at lunch. sometimes he would just drive down water street during class and do wheelies to make me laugh. then sister mary would slam the windows shut and the class would let out a roar and sister mary would steady glare at me as if i was some kind of whore.
as the body of the pontiff passed by, the mourning period began. one billion catholics crying over their dead leader. i remember when dude died too- my cousin tammy had a baby within an hour of his death and would you know that lil fucker came out looking just like the pope? i shit you the fuck not. catholic people have cool traditions. some of what they believe is hard to grasp- being raised methodist- but the incense burning and all the chants and rituals and repetition- it's all pretty cool. taking a lighter to church was always fine with me. i always liked going to a catholic high school tho, especially interacting with the nuns. they were not very accepting of me- but i wasn't very respectful yet- as that part of me remained undeveloped until around my sophomore year. i got tired of detentions and essays. after i learned you could get more with honey than shit and salt- it was easier to get up in the mornings. my 'older' boyfriend on his obnoxious motorcycle and my insistence on wearing miniskirts on the back of it always drew attention before and after school when he dropped me off and picked me off with a long french kiss- at the front doors- every single day. sometimes he even came at lunch. sometimes he would just drive down water street during class and do wheelies to make me laugh. then sister mary would slam the windows shut and the class would let out a roar and sister mary would steady glare at me as if i was some kind of whore.
