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by Kevin Limiti
I saw Jesus the other day.
He was coming home from work, carrying a cross on his shoulder, dressed ina nice suit with a nice red tie.
I saw Jesus when I was washing my car. He carried a skateboard under his arm, listening to his ipod, with a bright red mohawk for a haircut. He looked my way and I winced.
I saw Jesus when I was leaving church. He was across the street in the alleyway, smoking a joint and laughing. He looked very friendly, but I ignored him and continued on my way.
I saw Jesus when I went camping. He was very drunk and set fire to his tent. I felt the urge to do something, but I stayed back and watched because he had long, wild hair and was listening to Iron Maiden.
They are my American Jesus.
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