Unlike me, Jack had a religious upbringing. He and his twin sister were forced to take two hours of religion classes every day in school, K through twelve. One day, Jack’s third-grade teacher spotted him daydreaming and asked, “Jack, why do we worship Jesus? Why don’t we worship, say, you?” Startled, Jack said, “Not enough people know me yet.”

- read “The Good Times Are Killing Me” by Erika Krouse