Supper and Flashbacks

7-23-05
5:30 p.m.

Just attended mass at Our Lady of Victory church. Lucky for me it was a Catholic church, or I would have been even more lost. I was baptized Catholic, you see, though I’ve never had a First Communion. I would have, but by the age of six I had declared myself an atheist (though I did not then know the word).

~FLASHBACK~

I was a “tomboy” and did not like dressing up to go to church. One day at church I got all huffy and asked the priest, wouldn’t Jesus forgive you for not dressing up? The priest gave me a reply involving “showing your best face to God”. Thinking to myself that God would see every face you have, I vowed to myself and my parents that I would never attend church service with a congregation who wore a Sunday best. So I go in body when it’s necessary, but in spirit I sit and ponder things instead of paying attention to any homily or verse. I believe and ghosts and reincarnation, but all the hype about God has led me away from “Him”. There’s my feminist as well; I will never allow a male to dominate me.

We ate supper at Perkins, and as usual the food sits uneasily in my stomach. It was, however, a narrow escape from chicken-abusing KFC. It was Molly who spoke up and saved me.
Verve Pipe has given way to the Jimi Hendrix Experience. I’m currently listening to “Stone Free”. I really love Hendrix’s story, how he rose to Guitar God-dom from poverty. I love how Hendrix was who he wanted to be, no one else. I love to read what my other guitar-playing idols – Pete Townshend, John Lennon, Eric Clapton – had to say about him. I hope that someday, people that other people respect will be complimentary of my work.
I’ll be in North Dakota by 9 p.m.