The Day I Asked The Lord For Help The Beggar Wasn’t Taking Calls

My father received plenty of assistance from the christian god but me, I got nothing much to write home about.

Perhaps this result has something to do with the fact that pops

inquired about load carrying aid every friggin day for 30 plus

winters while I anxiously pleaded for a wee bit of a

boost for only 30 hours or so. That’s also likely

why it feels kinda weird to be asking myself

to help myself these daze but the support

is required and the thought that I can

pull myself up by my own bootstraps

grows in my perception every day

and I have to admit I’m seeing

proof because that shindig

caused this story to be

written. Righty-right?

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

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