They never had a satisfactory
reply.
One morning before mass I
decided, I’m going to get me some
Jesus blood and Jesus body. I
snuck behind the altar and I drank
the entire bottle of grape juice and I
ate the entire bag of Eucharist to
make up for all the other times that
I couldn’t.
In my mind, I wasn’t breaking
the rules, because the rules didn’t
make any sense. And I got caught
only because they broke their own
rules. Another kid ratted me out in
confession, and the priest turned
me in.