Hokay so. One day I am simply sitting in my room when i receive a message. “Hey how hard is it to become a priest?”
I have at this point been writing an essay for several consecutive hours without moving. I am dehydrated and have a wicked headache. “I dunno man. I think Catholic priests have to go through like years of training but my friend says his sister paid 30 bucks for a priesting license.”
I am still in research mode. I get on Google. Within five minutes I’ve found a website that will send you not only a priesting license but multiple certifications and a few marriage certificates. I relay these findings back and pass out.
About an hour later i wake up to loud knocking on my door. Groggily, i get up and go to the door only to find Matt there. At this point, he and Topsy and i are all just friends. He pushes $60 into my hands and says “Here, i need you to take this.” As i am a reasonable person, i respond, “What? No, I can’t take your money, why are you even giving it to me.”
He looks me dead in the eye. Unwaveringly: “I need you to take this so I can win.”
I know better than to try and bend steel, so, bewildered, I accept it and return to my bed. On my phone there are several more messages depositing money into my bank account with very little explanation.
Of course, I am an honest man so I did in fact use the money I was given to buy myself a priesting license, which I keep in my wallet to this day. Y’know. In case of an emergency requiring a priest.