Yeah that was the day. I remember that big stiff collar. If you didn't know I was an eye-tie R.C., the collar gotta give it away. It was a rainy overcast day. I found an eel in the street.
Did first confession the day before. What did I have to confess? They should have confessed that they filled my mind with endless stories of torture: The passion of the christ, long before Mel Gibson started masturbating, the stories of how the Chinese communists drove nails into the heads of Catholic missionaries so as to remind them of the crown of thorns. St. Lawrence got grilled and I only got beenie weenies. They never mentioned the torture they inflicted on protestants and jews. Oh yeah, and the communists....electricity comes in handy for that.
No wonder I was scared of the dark.
P.S. We did NOT have plastic slip covers.
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