My late night chat with God

A Story by Ang

If you do believe, do not be offended.

I met God yesterday.

He was sitting by my window.

He had the weirdest look in his eyes.

"God?" I asked with disbelief.

"Why did you say "God" with such disbelief?" He replied.

"Well. If you're making house calls, you should have skipped over to the next apartment. I really don't believe in you."

He smiled and began speaking again.

"My dear child. I created everything. I single handed created your house.., no don't interrupt me, all I meant was that I in the long run kind of created your house, If you know what I mean. Look, without God, nothing for your house to stand on right? Okay. Well I created your house, the tree outside your window, the magnificent bluebirds on...Oh really? Crows, are they? Well, God is getting old and colorblind my dear. Anywhoo, I'm like the master of the universe. You don't have to pray to me everyday, go to church, obey my commandments. All you really have to do is let me eat at your table as an equal, Let me drink your water, Go to the liqueur store and bring me vodka and let me bless your house by sharing your bed tonight!"

I stared at God, still sitting in the dark by my open window.

I then walked closer, until I was standing in-front of him.

Was this the mighty God everyone had been talking about?

No. This was the neighborhood alcoholic called Jones.

That night, I realized three things.

One - alcoholics is really easy to push through a window.

Two - I have really bad judgement when I'm sleepy.

Three - I really don't believe in God.