"Jesus told me the desserts are coming."

~A Pentecostal church fanatic talking about the much-awaited desserts to her co-fanatics in a party she is hosting.

This is a true story. I was there, biting the cuticles off my right hand and holding my cup of four seasons on the other. Afterwards, after the prayers have begun and people started lurking all over the church floor, I sat on my little white monoblock chair, more insane and panicked than ever.

"I can't forget you; but I can't remember"