Dark night of the soul,” said Jesus, “Happens to everybody sooner or later.
You're a miracle, Walker. Your fingers are. Your toes are. Your crushing sadness and guilt are.
Little kids I don't mind. Every kid wants a pony. It's grown-ups that get my robe in a knot. Stop with the begging, okay? Adore me for a change. Or give thanks. I like gratitude. Or ask for guidance. But oh, no. It's always the pony.
