selah...part 2...chapter 62

the year ended with a room full of stuffed animals...and one solitary church mouse fucking around , looking for a crumb or two .

i preached , anyway...this sermon was entitled...FUCK THE WINTER STORM .

( there was a winter storm ) .

selah...part 2...chapter 61

the high point of year one was some dumb fuck walking into a ''selah service''...holding my girlfriend with his paws .

coincidentally...the sermon was entitled...'' DON'T FUCK AROUND WITH THE PASTOR'S GIRLFRIEND '' .

selah...part 2...chapter 60

we ate turkey...it was good .

selah...part 2...chapter 59

...in leaving TOWNSVILLE , AUSTRALIA...i gave a friend my cassette player...( i couldn't fit the fucking thing in my case , if truth be known )...anyway...a mother's intuition comes through as i am presented with the very gift i gave away .

...we fuck around with X - mas shit...then to john anderson's place...just to say a quick HELLO...and to get some lowdown on the eternal universe of tennis .

selah...part 2...chapter 58

when you get off a plane after an extended two year trip...the first thing you look for is alignment in the universe...you know ??? like the song being played in the terminal is the one playing in your ears .

suffice to say...my universe is so well aligned...i can actually pop in and see the fabric of at least two or three parallel universes...but more on that later .

as for now...i swim back to halifax on the coldest night of the year .

selah...part 2...chapter 57

...so i stepped off the air-plane...a tad overweight...in the words of john denver...'' hey it is good to be back home , you hen ''...or something like that .

selah...chapter 56

in case you wondered...more AUSTRALIANS do screw kangaroo's than AMERICAN'S...but that is probably just because there are so many around .

there is nothing hornier than an AUSTRALIAN BIBLE COLLEGE student .

selah...chapter 55

did you ever watch THE ORIGINAL MUPPET MOVIE ??? well , they sang this song , entitled...MOVING RIGHT ALONG somewhere in the middle...and that is what i did...packed my shit  and moved right along to AUSTRALIA .

i still remember the day i arrived...greeted at the airport in a small car propelled by midgets...what time is it boys and girls ??? time to repress your sexuality time .

these fuckers were pentecostals and they meant business .

( i would have to do a lot of moving right along ) .

selah...chapter 54

...not too long afterword...the club house burned down .

...( the place where i had my first tia maria ) .

...the raccoons were blamed...but i know better .

selah...chapter 53

my brother's funeral was in the middle of newfoundland...it was attended by myself , my father...and members of the FREEDOM RIDERS , a backwards motorbike outfit who perfected the art of fornication .

selah...chapter 52

just in case it was unclear...in the last chapter...i had a premonition of my brother's death , hours before he died...i simply told my friends i had to go home and proceeded to " thumb a ride'' through the cool september morning .

selah...chapter 51

essentially , we began the same day my brother died in september 1986 .

i hitch - hiked home on the hood of some drunk guy ' s  car...( not all the way , though ) .

at four in the morning the phone rang...it was my father with the news ...that being...my brother had drowned and they were still looking for the body .

(  probably to extract the alcohol )  .

selah...chapter 50

our first sermon was on UNCONDITIONAL LOVE...and so it continued...until it pissed off everyone .