It was during my 2nd senior year when Mom found Jesus Christ. His

spirit was trapped inside an old Nana Shepard's bottle that Mom picked

out of the dumpster behind the 7-11. Mom brought the bottle inside and

sat it down on top of the TV. Then she told all of us kids to gather

round, and then she explained how Jesus lived in the bottle, and how,

if she wanted to, she could call him out to do her bidding. Sis said it

reminded her of an old TV show, and Mom slapped her and called her a

heretic. I didn't say anything, cause I just still remember the time

outside the Safeway, when it took 4 security guards to hold Mom down.



Jesus loves me, yes I know

For the Bible tells me so

When I'm weak he makes me strong

That's why I sing this song

If I die before I wake

Pray to him my soul don't take

Jesus loves me, yes I know



It wasn't long before people from all over the world started coming to

our house to see the bottle. At first I thought that this would make me

more popular at school. Instead it seemed to have the opposite result.

Kids would stop and point at me in the hallway and say,