NaPM April 15, 2017

[rayheinrich]

       
                        My name is George and I'm a friend of Ray,
                        the person who is writing this.
                        Ray has yet to tell me that he's writing this,
                        but knowing Ray,
                        I'm pretty sure he intends to tell me later.
                        If he does,
                        I'll probably agree it's pretty close to what I would have said.
                       
                        I have another friend whose name is Mike.
                        Now Mike isn't his real name,
                        but I'm going to call him that because he doesn't trust the government.
                         
                        Mike believes there is a one true god and he believes that it's his.
                        I believe that all the gods that everybody claims to be
                        the one true god are the same god.
                        Ray assures Mike that I'm right.
                        I think Mike is a fanatic and Ray is a weasel (but the nice sort).
                       
                        Mike thinks there's a reason for everything; I don't.
                        Ray not only agrees with Mike, but claims that most of the time
                        he can figure out what the reason is.
                        Mike was skeptical when he first heard this and asked Ray if he knew why,
                        out of all the billions of people in the world,
                        the 142 people on American Airlines Flight 641 had to die.
                        Ray told him that, at that moment, they were the only people in the world
                        running into the ground at six hundred miles per hour.

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Author's note: George suffered a serious head wound when he was in the army and is considered very unreliable (especially around beer).