Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
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"Really?"<br />
"Yeah. Word has it that God smokes cigarettes."<br />
"Jason, please don't ..."<br />
"Also, and this is so weird, God drinks and he uses drugs. I mean, he invented the things. But the funny<br />
thing is, he's exactly the same drunk as sober."<br />
Mom recognized the pattern. "Jason, let it rest." Kent sat there waiting for the crunch.<br />
Taunting my father was possibly the one time where I became vocal. Here's another example: "It turns<br />
out God hates every piece of music written after the year 1901." The thing that really got to Dad was<br />
when I dragged God into the modern world.<br />
"I hear God approves of various brands of cola competing in the marketplace for sales dominance."<br />
Silence.<br />
"I hear that God has a really bad haircut."<br />
Silence.<br />
During flu season and the week of my annual flu shot: "I hear that God allows purposefully killed germs<br />
to circulate in his blood system to fend off living germs."<br />
Silence.<br />
"I hear that if God were to drive a car, he'd drive a 1973 Ford LTD Brougham sedan with a<br />
claret-colored vinyl roof . . . with leather upholstery and an opera window."<br />
"Would the thief please pass the margarine?" I existed again.<br />
* * *<br />
It's midnight and Kent's memorial is over. Did I make it there? Yes. And I managed to pull my act<br />
together, and wore a halfway respectable suit, which I cologned into submission. But first I packed Joyce<br />
in the truck, and we drove to fetch Mom from her little condo at the foot of Lonsdale - a mock-Tudor<br />
space module built a few years ago, equipped with a soaker tub, optical fiber connections to the outer<br />
world and a fake wishing well in the courtyard area. Everyone else in the complex has kids; once they<br />
learned that Mom is indifferent to kids and baby-sitting - and that maybe she drinks too much - they<br />
shunned her. When I got there she was watching Entertainment Tonight while a single-portion can of<br />
Campbell's low-sodium soup caramelized on the left rear element. I sent it hissing into the sink.<br />
"<strong>Hey</strong>, Mom."<br />
"Jason."<br />
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