ICE CREAM

Today I was at Chick-Fila with my brother. I was wondering if people who hate God don't like to eat there. The whole time you are there, shout to the Lord is playing on repeat, the people who work there call you sir four hundred times and everyone is pretty clean cut. I'll have to admit that if I worshiped Satan I would still eat those tasty christian sandwiches. I still wondered how it made people feel. As I was standing in line this autistic kid was staring at his ice cream with passion and slowly licking his ice cream like it was from a scene of a dirty movie. Something mesmerized me about this little kid. I watched him with a big grin for about a minute. I think his mom even laughed at him because he was so in the moment. I mean, there could have been a nuclear blast ending life as we know it, and this kid would have been content. It reminded me about sweetness of life. I want to lick my ice cream cone and make people feel uncomfortable. I like how the least always teaches us what life is really about. I guess the last really is first.