Letter Pt.4

Dear God,

Ok, so I know we've had our differences in the past. Between you being an all-seeing all-knowing globally worshipped deity and me being a school bus driver there were bound to be a few things we didn't see eye to eye on. I get that, I really do.

I know we've been talking a lot lately (even though I seem to be the one doing most of the talking I'm not complaining) but it's been awhile since my last letter. I know I wasn't too polite last time I wrote, so I'd like to take a second to apologize. I probably shouldn't have told you to fuck off, but I was a bit angry so I hope you understand. In fact between giving people cancer, random accidents, natural disasters, and wars waged in your name we should all get to tell you to fuck off at least once or twice in our lives. I mean it's only reasonable. It's not like you don't win in the end anyway.

But I'm sorry, really. I mean you did sort of piss me off. You'd spent the better part of three days kicking me in the balls and I was getting a bit sore. But hey, let's let bygones be bygones? How 'bout it?

Thing is I sort of need a favor. No, no. Not money. Devil and I already worked that one out. I'm not looking to get rich and famous, or even really get anything at all. I sort of made a mistake, and now it seems like the whole world is ending. I've been doing a pretty good job of hurting people without meaning to lately, but this one sort of takes the cake. I'm pretty sure you know what I'm talking about. So, look, I'm not asking you to fix it. I'm just asking you to give me a chance to fix it. I got a whole lot of other shit to fix too, lots of wrongs to right, lots of shit that wasn't my fault, lots of people I haven't had time for lately. But this last one is sort of all on me. I did it. I fucked it up. So I'm asking...and asking nicely, how 'bout a hand boss?

Your Friend,
Palomba

P.S. - Can you do something about this cold too? It's been like three months already! Just kidding, just kidding.