What’s in a Name?
Hey God. It’s me. How you doin’?
How you doin’, Sandy?
Eh, okay today, god. Whoops. Missed the capital there, God. Sorry.
No problem. It doesn’t matter. It’s dressing. It’s not who I am.
Oh. I thought you’d be offended.
Why?
Well. It’s due you. After all, you’re God.
I don’t care how you spell my name. Or what you call me for that matter. Just talk to me. That’s all.
Yea, I know. Not done too good a job with that lately, have I?
I understand.
Why? Don’t you get pissed at me for ditching you so much?
No. Sad. But not angry.
Why sad?
Because I miss you. I miss our talks.
Yea. Me, too.
Uh, same time tomorrow?
I’ll be here.
