she isnt Catholic but volunteers at this Catholic save the world place.
she met my man Ben at a soup kitchen.
she looked at me and said, you’re beautiful.
i said, look at my heart.
she did and couldnt control her scowl.
but smiled anyways.
heart of gold.
on the side she helps out with the gangs in South Central.
i said you do what?
she has a delightful German accent because she spends most of her time in Southern Germany near the Swiss border but comes to LA to volunteer whenever she’s saved enough money.
when she’s in Germany she studies Theology and writes letters to gang members in jail.
i was all, what do those jailed dudes write to you?
she was like, everything.
i was all, do they ever get out of control writing to such a pretty girl who lives so so far away.
she said, do you know what they ask me the most for? they ask me to tell their family to write them.
and i gave her all of my money.
other than my grandfather who was curiously born in montreal under a suspicious cloud of mystery and whose birth certificate was defaced when he immigrated to america so we dont really know if he was cuban or french.
i always do