5:10 p.m. - Sunday, Mar. 28, 2010
You say that I am . . .
It made me uncomfortable when he gushed over how helpful I had been. I just told him which exit to take, which street to turn onto.
He spends his weekends gambling at the new casino. I got the feeling he was a bit of an addict . . .even the first time I met him. How tense the transaction had been. Such a large withdrawal from a line of credit.
But each time he came back with twice as much to deposit.
"You're my good luck charm," he said. "When I see you, I win."
But it didn't seem funny. It seemed like too much pressure. It seemed serious.
"I hope you didn't mind me asking for you."
"No . . .not at all."
And no, I didn't . . .it just . . .he reminds me of one of them. One of the 12. The apostles.
I was their Christ because I could make them feel good. I had the power to give them life. Puppets.
What a mistake. And now I'll eternally pay.
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