CHAPTER 286

I'm a good ol' Catholic boy
who received communion and confirmation.
I have wonderful memories of the Church
which often involved my family.
I had to mumble when I admitted in the confessional
that I had been masturbating
with accompanying erotic thoughts.
I served on the altar for many years
and could respond in Latin with the best of them.
I still stop at the Immaculate Conception Cathedral
and light a candle before my family's patron saint,
the statue of St. Jude Thaddeus.
Just like I was lucky to be raised in California,
I give thanks that I was raised a Catholic.

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