By Sam Guzman on Feb 24, 2020 09:38 am
I was wearing my running clothes, standing on a patch of grass across from the downtown Krispy Kreme. Four donuts were in my hand, mashed together, the third such round of four. Looking upon them made me cringe. I sighed and then I took a bite. I chewed only once and my mouth fired out the contents so that it splattered onto the grass like a modern art painting. A feeling of nausea came over me. I leaned down and began making gagging sounds. From the corner of my eye I could see my friend’s feet stepping back, clearing room for what looked to be imminent. I took a few heavy breaths. A moment passed, and so did the nausea. God is good and so I didn’t barf. My friends and I laughed at my plight. I stood erect and sighed and took another bite of the donuts, for the task was not yet finished. I was very pleased in that moment to have joined the Catholic Church.
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