Hekate

We are non denominational, with Muslims taking up serpents and Pentecostals bowing toward Mecca, Lefties celebrating with pistol fire ‘round the campfire, and Righties taking big deep cleansing breaths. Any genre, see, but you still have to cut your palm and shake hands, your blood, our blood, then we all go play in the sand box and share our toys with the kid who has the dented bucket and no handle. Oh, and we taste snake oil, passing it around in the old wooden ladle, each of us taking turns, like Russian Roulette, with a lot of lip smacking, swishing and gargling, then, of course spitting it out onto the dirt, that is, using Universal Precautions; like waiting in line at the five dollar window at Aqueduct, two minutes ‘till post time and watching the odds board flip when “someone” places five thousand on the seven horse to win, at 50:1 odds.

You have a decision to make.

John Waterhouse

John Waterhouse