There is no Purgatory, no halfway house to rescue you when you die.
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There is no second chance. If you die in sin you will burn.
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Working in a busy, busy school. Trying to keep my 2 boys on track in and out of their own school.
Ignoring the growing ache in my back and the two molars that scream when I drink anything cold. Or hot. Attempting to release a new EP.
Just writing that sentence makes me smile. On my way up Amsterdam I gave serious thought to turning back and heading home. Crawling into bed and shutting down.
The pigeons were circling the Church of the Holy Name; her cross-tipped spire, green against the blue sky stopped me in my tracks. As I reached for my phone to snap a photo, the 96th St. Crosstown Bus came.
My public trans sport with a flirty stranger on the bus
Its orange lights a bright contrast to the dim morning light. I was distracted by the beauty of that moment. Just a slob like one of us.