Thursday, April 21, 2011

Rotten Apples



" I don't know who God is but if I meet Him anytime soon I'm going to get Him in the corner until He tells me the truth.

  I'm going to slap Him stupid and push Him around until He can't run away. Until He's looking up at me and then I'll get Him to tell me why He done what He done to me and what He done to Corrie and why do all the good ones die and where is Jazzlyn now and why she ended up there and how He allowed me to do what I done to her.

  He's going to come along on His pretty white cloud with all His pretty little angels flapping their pretty white wings and I'm gonna out and say it formal: Why the fuck did you let me do it, God?

And He's gonna drop His eyes and look to the ground and answer me. And if He says Jazz aint in heaven, if He says she didn't make it through. He's gonna get himself an ass-kicking. That's what He's gonna get.

An ass-kicking like none He ever got before."



"When I was seventeen I had a body that Adam woulda dropped Eve for. Hot-potato time. It was prime, no lie. Nothing in the wrong place. I had legs a hundred miles long and a booty to die for. Adam woulda said to Eve, Eve, I'm leaving you, honey, and Jesus himself woulda been in the background saying, Adam, you're one lucky motherfucker. "



Let The Great World Spin, Colum McCann

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