It goes on, he said. The week ends. The week begins. A new year. Forget about the old one. All those mistakes. That is, you try and forget, but you can’t.  It’s impossible. 

They say you learn from your past experiences. Your faults. Wise men do. How many of us are wise? he asked.

It goes on, he said. This blundering through life. Do you have all the answers? I sure as hell don’t. I thought I had it figured out. But, something would come along and bite me in the ass. Story of my life.

I’m not making excuses. My sins are great. Lies. A life of lies. God told Moses not to lie. Moses told all of us. On stones. Written out. Don’t lie, don’t steal, no adultery, don’t take the Lord’s name in vain. Just a few of them. There were ten. You know that, he laughs. Yes, Father. You know that. The priest nods  his head.

I’m not even Catholic. I just like the fancy clothes the cardinals wear. The bishops. Priests on Sundays. I like the candles.

I was raised Protestant. My mom and dad would have a shit fit if they knew I was talking to you. He smiles.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

You are forgiven.

That’s good to hear. I was worried I was going to Hell tonight. As soon as they hit that switch, I’ll be gone to be with Jesus. Ain’t that right, Father?

Yes, my son.