Twenty Two Skidoo

Hi.

Oh... Hello.

What's your name?

I'm Ratchet.

You're meeting me twenty-two years ago today.

And twenty-two years later you're still going to be grappling with the impact I will have on your life.
Your struggle with my struggle will never leave you.

I will haunt your very soul forever.

You will carry a crisis of faith and identity that will prove to be your constant adversary through all you attempt to accomplish in this life.

You will question the goodness of God repeatedly because of your having met me and gotten involved with my life.

You will try to save me and fail, and your failure will seek to drown you within your own mind.

Your pain will be unbearable.

Your self will subdivide into the before, the void, the hereafter, and two present "nows".

You will mourn me forever, and you will wish you could have killed me before we ever met.

You will pour out your soul to the divine and beg for help, and find that your cries for reprieve fall to the floor in vanity.

You have forever changed your destiny, simply by walking up to me and saying hi.

Um.... So.... Do we get to have sex?

There's a good Christian boy.