the priest

we thought that the priest in the icecream
store was something.
he saw us in there and he smiled and
he said, “Hi, boys!”
he was eating a double-decker cone
and then he left as we were getting
ours.

we went outside and ate our
icecream cones.
the priest was gone
we talked as we ate our
cones.

“he’s a nice guy…”

“yeah, he spoke to us…”

“he eats icecream…”

“he’s a real guy…”

“I wish all priests were
like him…”

“I’ll bet he even goes to
movies…”

“sure, we’ve heard him talk
about them from the
pulpit…”

“he doesn’t like them…”

“but he likes icecream…”

“that’s something…”

“sure…”

we had finished our
cones.
we stood there.

“what’ll we do
now?”

“let’s go visit the
priest…”

“naw!”

“o.k., what then?”

“anything…”

we finally decided to look for
returnable
bottles.

the priest was a nice
guy
but we didn’t want to waste
our
summer.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1983