Dear God,

Thanks for all the freedom. Honestly, I’ve enjoyed the extreme latitude, even if I haven’t always made the best decisions, Omaha for example. You know what I’m talking about. Still, it certainly makes for some on-the-spot learning.

However, the longer I’m here the more I realize that some of my decisions have had some less than desirable effects, and not just for me. All those insults in 7th grade. That time in Wichita. The car accident. Yeah, the accident.

Likewise, other people’s screw ups have effected me! I just hope you realize the amount of chaos resulting from this little gift of agency you’ve given us.

With that in mind, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind taking all the blame for the crap thus far. Honestly, the guilt and the anger are just too overwhelming and diffuse for me to deal with on a regular basis. And let’s face it, you’re just a more convenient target for all these negative feelings.

Sure beats hating myself or my loved ones.

So, thanks again,

Your Son