I was just at Grand Central Station to eat breakfast. The first thing I did was I checked my bags, then got some eggs to eat. These two nuns sat down next to me and they were very nice and all. They had these really run down suitcases, I guess because they were nuns and all, so I was sort of glad I'd already checked my bags.
I mean, my bags are sort of fancy.
Anyway, I was at Grand Central Station, and I sort of struck up a conversation with these two nuns. They seemed pretty nice and all. We talked about Romeo and Juliet and then about my schooling. They had told me that they were teachers and were going to teach at a new school, which made me somewhat sad. I mean, I really hoped that their old school wasn't shut down or anything. Because of those priests and the little boys and the lawsuits and all. Because I don't think that some goddam messed up priest should be messed up enough to force everyone's lives around him to change. I don't think that God will love them very much anymore, you know? I really hate that stuff. I really hate it.
Anyway, I'm in Grand Central now.
That's Grand Central Station. God, it's big. And filled with phonies. Except for those nuns, though. They were all right.
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