You know what... My brain don't always work right. I'll be the first to admit that. Thar are times in my life I has done some amazing and stupid things. My brain seems to go south. I once woke up thinking I was the Pope... Pope Willy. I put on a white bedsheet. Made a hat out of tinfoil and got a tobacco stick. I was Pope Willy. I then walked around the Holler speaking in tongues and blessing everyone I encountered. I was making the sign of the Cross and actually believed I was Pope Willy. I went to the local Catholic Church and drank some of the wine. I commenced to preaching to no one from the altar. Shortly, I was met by Sheriff Earl and his deputies. I blessed them. They thanked me and took me directly to Hotel Nuts.
The following day I awoke and was back to my old, normal self. You reckon that might have been an act of Divine Intervention..? Or, just a crazy saga from my sordid past..?
