The Chesterfield

The best summer of my life was when I lived on a couch in the Divinity School lounge.
Long haired and bearded I appeared more spiritual than Ivy League, but maybe that’s  why my presence went unquestioned. It was easy to swipe a “dog-collar” and head out to any of the Irish bars. Bartenders called me “Faadaa” and gave me free beer, to pave  the way towards the great hereafter. Barmaids tried to fatten me up, and maybe take me home just to teach me a thing or two before my final vows.
Tired and happy I would make my way back to the sofa, dropping off my wrinkled and stained clerical collar at the front desk in  “Lost and Found”.

by – Doug Mathewson