My Stranger Alejandro
current location: my living room.
current mood: sad
current song: Leonard Cohen
Tonight, for at least a moment, my thoughts are on you Alejandro,
you drunken old man who murdered your wife for murdering your son because you slept with other women.
You ask me if Jesus was married. I respond, 'No I don't believe so.'
'Well then fuck you christ!' he yells, 'My question to you tonight is this my friend...'
I wait to see what this old drunken mexican has to say.
Finally after hesitating he belts it out--
--as though its been boiling inside for years, 'Jesus was gay!'
'Really,' I respond and he covers his mouth in shame. 'I'm a baptist,' he admits.
'I sit for a moment on the bus stop bench in the frigid darkness.
'What happened to you wife and child?' I ask. 'You don't wanna know...I killed her.'
'Why' I ask. 'Because she drowned my son in a bath because I slept with another woman, well two...
So tonight my question again to you is this...' 'Yes?' I respond. 'Was Jesus gay?'
'I don't know. I suppose so,' I said humoring him.
'I thought so,' he responds. 'I knew he was gay...I don't want a fucking thing to do with him then.'