CONVERSATION WITH A KID
?You?re saying, that when people die, all of your imaginary friends come true??
He looked up at me slightly puzzled. ?Really??
?Sure. Like Jesus.?
?Jesus isn?t made up.?
?Are cartoons made up??
?Yea, everybody knows that.?
?Well, think of Jesus as a Pokemon, alright??
?With big eyes. Blue or black ones. Green. Make him smiling, too.?
?No, not? I mean, think of Jesus as Made Up, like the pokemon.?
?Mom says Jesus is real. So does the minister. And dad.?
?Well, they have all lied to you from the start. Oh, christ, you aren?t going to cry are you? Oh, stop that.?
?Mommy wouldn?t lie to me.?
?What about that time she told you that you were going to get to go get ice cream if you cleaned up your room, and then said she was too tired? That was a lie. She lies to you all the time. You?ll see. That?s what school does, and therapy? they get rid of the lies that you inherit from your parents, the ones they tell you to get you to behave.?
?You?re a liar.?
?Sure, I can?t help it. Everyone has to lie sometimes, because people are so full of shit that they take the truth and create their own little delusional pettiness to define what it is? like gay people who lie around weirdo?s who are going to act like they are evil or something??
?Oh, never mind. I can see that people are still lying to you about all this stuff. You like girls??
?Never mind. This topic is for adults. I am practically, maybe even lawfully, forced to lie to you about certain things, and deviating forms of sexual appetites is one of them.?
?I need some ice cream.?
?Yea . . . yea, me too.?