Last June, a young man returned to his adopted and climate controlled land after a 'coincidental' working trip brought him home for the spring. Walking alone, people often stopped him on the street and asked him, 'whats wrong?'. He was sad, he thought, about a girl. Turns out that there was much, much, more to his unhappiness. The girl was just an excuse. Compliments were shunned and critisisms expected.

One day soon after the return of the non-Californian native, this young man met Jesus at a park in the Gaslamp District of San Diego. Jesus was washing his armpits with a bar of Ivory soap in a water/bird-shit/chlorine/piss bath. They chattted about the weather and the upcoming Comic Book Convention. 'Maybe we can get pictures of Chewbacca making out with a Powerpuff girl?'. Jesus smoked Camel Lights and offered one. The young man hesitantly declined.

Jesus was the reincarnation of 10,000 people. The young man could see and feel J's caring soul just like Jesus felt the pain in the young mans eyes.

'Would you like to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with me?' asked Jesus.

'Yes'. Then they ate.

'Would you like to heal yourself?'

'Yes'.

'Start now. It will take some time. Just know, nothing is her fault, take responsibility for your own fuck-ups. Anything, good or bad, that happened to you in your life is the result of your actions. No one else is to blame.'

Jesus was telling the truth.

The young man baptized himself with forgiveness in the water/bird-shit/chlorine/piss bath. He was disgusted. Disgusted with himself and his actions and for the first time in some time, he forgave himself and he forgave her.

'So thats what that feels like!'