Recently I have been thinking about what I am going to say to Saint Peter when I get to the Pearly Gates, assuming that I do get there.
Frankly, I don’t know what I would say.
What do you think a saint would want to hear from the likes of me? Not too damn much I am thinking. He has probably heard it all before. He has probably been observing my recalcitrant behavior for awhile and would want to give me a piece of his mind. . .
Of course, I could go to the other place . . .