Don't like Easter. Can't say I ever did. Maybe it's the ham? Or going to church. Not a fan of that either. Without going into details I'll simply say it's not my happy spot. All kinds of things run through my head and inevitably I find myself in a warehouse waiting for a bus to take three hundred of us to a plane that'll eventually land in Vietnam.
The message in church invariably runs along the line of Christ died for your sins and then rose from the dead. I knew a few men who also died for (because) of our sins. Only difference is they're still dead and in a box that was once covered with a flag. Doesn't piss me off like it once did. Doesn't make me happy either. It's just the way it is.
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