Morning… Jesus came down and said I could see him in French toast if I wanted.

I said, “Jesus,” addressing him directly, “that’s pretty god damned clichéd.” Jesus said that that hurt his feelings because he’d seen me in a pancake. He might cry special tears now.

Jesus is a manipulative bastard. He’ll say anything. He’s a liar, by god. I told him to go fuck himself, which I guess, not surprisingly, he can actually do and did do.

Seeing that once was enough. It ruined breakfast forever.

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Steven Gowin produces corporate video in San Francisco. His fiction has appeared in Untoward Magazine, Dark Sky, The Fiddleback, Emprise Review, and others. A would-be atheist, Gowin holds an MFA from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop (although he sees little connection between those facts).