this might possibly be the worst thing i've ever done, but the most beautiful man in the world just walked up to me and spouted a very odd question in an irish accent that was as thick as biscuit batter. he asked me if i believed in jesus and if i would touch his face and pray for him. i wanted to touch him. i wanted to touch him so badly... so i said yes and i closed my eyes and i touched his face and he sighed and i gasped and quivered and because we were standing there for a while i felt like i had to pretend like i was whispering something, too, so i chanted yankee doodle under my breath and when it was over we were both smiling and he pushed my hand closer to his face, cradling it in his own. hands down, the best lie i ever fucking told.