In my dream last night, I talked to God. At first it was about nothin’, you know, the weather and old black and white movies, that kinda thing. He really likes old black and white movies, God. I don’t know much about them myself but that doesn’t stop him. He’d bleat on for hours about one he first watched 60 years ago and again everyday since. Omnipresence must be a blessin’, I suppose, but I wouldn’t really know.
Anyway, before he left and I woke up, he asked me a question sorta off the cuff. He asked, “How old will you be when you die?”
Man, that ticked me off. How would he like if I asked him black questions like that? How old will I be? Jeez. So, I just said, “Old enough to know better.”
And I’ll tell you somethin’. He liked that. God liked my answer. Said he never heard anything like it before. That put me in a good mood when I woke up.