Happy Easter

Sunday, cigarette #1

My favorite Easter memory, from last year: walking home around 2:30 in the morning and running into two of my old housemate's friends who I didn't really know but who I saw at Mass from time to time. It seemed like they'd had a few.

"Hey, you're Claire's roommate, right?"

"Yeah. Hey."

"Hey. Happy Easter!"

"He is risen!"

To which they respond: "Fuck yeah, He is risen!"

Have a happy Easter. He is risen indeed.