How does it feel?

Ah how does it feel?

To be on your own.

With no direction home.

Like a complete unknown.

Like a rolling stone.

OH GOD he’s singing about me.

Fucking rain!

Fucking blisters!

I can’t even fuckin’ feel my fucking feet!

Fucking shoes!

What the FUCK am I doing here?

I’m fucking wet to the bone!

Fucking HELL!

HOW the fuck did I let them talk me into this shit?

GOD! PLEASE . . . lead me . . . to do . . . Your Will!

Smile, Stupid, SMILE!

Hello, Mam, how many dozen children do you have here?

My God! YOU ARE DRENCHED! Come in out of the rain! Would you like a cup of hot tea?

Uh, yeah, sure, thank you. I can only be a minute. Would you be interested in . . .

Here’s a towel. Sit down. My name is Blossom, and this is Janet. We were just now praying, Excuse me, please, while I fix us all some tea.

Blossom stepped into the small kitchen beside the living room, and Janet pounced,

“What do you know about Jesus Christ!”