in a nutshell, i didn't like it.
the whole thing scared the, no pun intended, beejesus outa me.
having dinner when you know it's your last.......eating body and drinking blood...... doesn't anybody ever think how this must sound to a kid????
"i can count my bones"..........brrrrrrr!!!!
"Good" Friday. Good?????? doesn't anybody ever think how this must sound to a kid????
i remember how i used to be scared on saturday night after Good Friday. hell, i was just a stupid kid.......what did i know????? i always half-expected Christ to appear in my bedroom or something......all white and ghost-like and......scary.
by the time Easter Sunday itself rolled around, i was pretty much a (no pun intended) basket case.
doesn't anybody ever think about how this must feel to a kid????
i do.
