God and Me

When I was seven, I sat down to draw God. God wore a pirate shirt, purple harem pants and a red fez. He sat in cross-legged meditation, the toes of his spangled slippers pointing up. I had a sense that Lord of Hosts would wear His hair as Dorothy Hamill wore hers (and as I wore mine) and so I gave God a bowl cut.

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