It’s Easter. I’m at St. Anthony’s going up the back way into the back chapel. Putting on my clothes, I sit down and the guy next to me asks if I’m a bus boy. The service starts, everyone joins the procession, I stay seated. I move over and get splashed by oil. I get some cake, walk with mom and show her the vending machines. I walk outside to a performance of Godspell. It’s weird, though. I get up there and start experiencing all things at once.
My exciting life, this place