by Chris McGinty
He walked into a smoke shop. It was wall to wall debauchery. Fear gripped his heart and his manhood shriveled. The staff was ugly, dressed like foul heathens and punks, Goths, and lesbians; and worse, their customer service was awful. They were fornicators and one was in the back smoking a joint of meth about to overdose and die. Frogs were having sex and he realized they were both male frogs. He left immediately, but it was too late. The vapor had already given him AIDS. Reach out and accept your lord and savior, Jesus Christ, so this isn’t you.
Chris McGinty is a flash fiction writer who has never met God in a smoke shop. Makes you think, huh?