“Hey,” Jesus yelled back at Ghandi, “I’m telling your manager at Xbox customer support that I am not satisfied with your service!”
“That’s Jesus?!” I whispered to God. Tube8 Lucy’s eyes closed and her head tilted upward as a blissful moan escaped from her black lips. “Hello, Jesus,” God said, “please don’t call me ‘Mom.’”
“What,” Jesus smiled as he sat down in the empty chair across from me, “do I embarrass you?”
“Mary is your mother,” God said, “and you should call her; it’s been a century since you two talked, and she’s always nagging me.”
“Yeah, I’ll get on that.” Jesus said, rolling his eyes, “Hey Lucy, can I bum a smoke?”
“Sure,” Lucy said, and handed him a cigarette, before motioning to me, “Jesus, this is your date.”
“Oh yeah!” Jesus
