“If I were you,” Claude told Jimmy, the young man with the nose ring and the Divine-Sylvester shoulder tattoo that the deacon had brought in from the Tenderloin, “I’d embrace my savior and repent of this sinful life.”
Jimmy smirked and looked down at Claude’s crotch. “Ah, what’s it to you, butt licker?”
Claude closed his eyes. Sinners were always casting stones, but why should he? Wasn’t it all about forgiveness and seeking a better life?
“God will forgive you for that, boy,” he said, looking at the young man. Willowy, yes, this Jimmy with the blond hair and smooth shape. Those narrow hips – reminded Claude something of the girl he dated in Pomona until she ran off with the football captain and got pregnant. That’d been hard for Claude to get over – but of course, he had.
“Aw, come on, tell me you haven’t rimmed a few hairy asses. We’re in San Francisco. I’ll give you a freebee sometime ...”
“You see, Jimmy, it’s propositions like this that get you into trouble. You need to forsake this life of sin and embrace Jesus as your savior.”
“Like, whatever,” Jimmy said, standing. “Only savior I’ve got is me. I just came in here for the free food.”
“Don’t leave us, Jimmy. Don’t go back to a life on the street.”
“It ain’t so bad when I look around this place.” Jimmy turned and left.
Claude sighed. The young ones were always so hard to teach. If only they could listen – and come into the fold where he could protect them from the world.
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