Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Life





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

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