You're my patron saint. Of drunkness. Of falling down laughing. Of long car rides wih great mix tapes. Of firecrackers. Of street corner goodbyes.

You can be the one I pray to before every dollar store purchase. Any time I read a good novel. Or watch a bad movie on TV.

You say, I'm alive, I can't be a saint. Open your mind up, snookums. You're my saint of thrift store socks. Of aisles of bowling balls. Of art made from crayons.

Laughter for no reason. Or good reason. Whatever people pray to you for, say, I will take the sainthood you have bestowed on me and do what I can with it.

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