“Hope it was fun.”
Dear Father Luke,
I hope your day in court was fun.
I know that having your credit card stolen is not a cake walk. But it will work out for you. You know, these things always do, don’t they?
Dear Friend:
They never even showed up to court. The Cunts.
I mean, I get out of bed early. I walk to the court house. I strip down, and bend over in the security to get =into= the court room. Then I get lost…
(have I ever told you about my sense of directions?
Here “http://fatherluke.com/directions” and here “http://fatherluke.com/welcome-to-lovely-new-mexico“)
I get lost in the court house. Even the bailiffs can’t help me. It seems as if the department I am =supposed= to be in, printed in black ink on white paper, has been vacant for nearly 12 years.
The bailiffs direct me to the clerk’s office to check for sure.
I hustle out the exit, and across the way.
I stand in line.
Wait.
Then I’m told to go back into the court house and look for a completely different department.
I hustle back across the way.
Strip, and bend over once again.
Get into the department.
My name is called after a brief spell.
They are not there. My date is reset for July when my Lawyer will be out of town.
So.
Yes. Actually I did have fun. But I have a weird sense of fun.
Hope you are well.
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Okay,
Father Luke
