DAY THREE

God how I hate religion! Man is so damn pious and holier than thou with his sacraments and vestments and testaments and regiments…God how I hate religion.

What a small world it would be if all we were living for was to join some church or some synagogue or some temple or some mosque and subject our bodies and minds to the discipline au jour…Lord, Lord, I hardly knew you…

Ha! I tried that one too. I think it was right after about 20 days of Orange sunshine and window pane acid…wasn’t that what we called those little orange pills and that stuff on a blotter that we kept in the freezer? Oh you missed that trip? Good for you…

Yeah hair cuts and right living…less drugs and no drinking…buckle down and read the paper…go to church and do my homework…Dear Lord I was a good boy at 19. I was a good, good boy for a little while. My house was clean and my clothes were washed…and the roaches all went upstairs to my neighbors for food…Yes Lord, life was good. Mmmmm…It was good. And I was good. And everything was good…until the fall.

I was a good Pharisee…I was a righteous man in my own eyes…I was a well painted mausoleum…looking good and being white…washed that is…and I was asking Jesus what should I do to escape the wrath to come…mmmmm…

Then I watched my dumb ass self fall from heaven, at least from the pedestal I had constructed for myself somewhere in the clouds…and I fell back to earth…oh and great was that fall brothers and sisters…Mmmmm…give me a hallelujah…amen.

Thankfully somebody with a little more common sense woke me up and showed me the way more perfectly…and it was a thrilling and humbling experience…

That’s when I became a misfit. Are any of you misfits? Or maybe you’re a Ragamuffin?

@ 2010 Joseph Ricciardi Jr