Yesterday were incredible displays of cloud formations and
air scented with Paradise over The South Bronx and the rest of New York City.
A chaplain came to see me at my hospital bed.
He told me a joke.
Two friends were arguing over if baseball was played in
Heaven.
One friend said if he died first he’d come back to Earth to
tell him.
He died and came back to tell his friend Heaven allows
ballgames.
The bad news is that you’re pitching tomorrow.
My doctor saw me talking to myself and asked me when was the
last time I saw my psychiatrist. Why would you assume I’m under the care of a
psychiatrist, I asked him.
Doc, if you don’t mind I’m in the middle of a conversation
with God.
Saint Barnabas sent me off for brain scans.
I need proof of brain.
MRI Of My Brain By New York Radiology
Copyrighted By My Brain
