Wednesday, February 13, 2002
The Priest, they called him. |12:06 AM|
I was paying for my groceries, when my knee really started to hurt. A deep throbbing pain that made me lean over and grab the joint, as if I could beat some sense into it. When I straightened, I had the tingly sensation of being observed, and I began to look around for a set of eyes fixed upon me. It was not until I started limping towards the door that I noticed the priest, sitting on a mobility cart, parked in a dark corner. To feel as though you are being watched is unsettling, to realize that it is a wizened, fragile looking priest quietly sitting is shiver inducing. I looked at him as his eyes bounced across in me some kind of inspection. I didn't lock eyes, I just kept walking. What did he see, another hooligan limping from his latest act of petty larceny? Or did he see a man who once actively considered priesthood, only to walk as far away from organized religon as possible and still believe in a higher power? I wasn't going to stop and ask. I limped out to my car, and drove here. I don't know what that exchange of observation meant, but I felt that it had some value.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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