I’ve come to the conclusion that God is impossible to pin down, though believe me, I’ve tried. He just wears too many masks and throws in all these killer moves, you know, like the "Hurricane Katrina" and the "Def Leppard." Come to think of it, "pour some sugar on me" is as Christian a hymn as ’80s English metal bands could possibly get. Eat that, Ozzy! Actually, I’m lucky to be alive, if luck be the residue of intelligent design, human evolution, planned parenting, or a combination of the three. With that said, let’s just say I don’t drink, except for the occasional Sunday morning margarita. Hey, what can I say? I’m a saint and a sinner.
I’m God’s sidekick.
