They’re Bushwick Girls. That’s what they told me. They lived in an illegal sublet off the L train. They were from Omaha, Nebraska. Sisters, they said, but I wasn’t sure since they were making out on the dance floor. We did shots of Jack Daniel’s and they danced on the bar. They were kicked out for doing blow in the bathroom. We went to a bar in Brooklyn under the JMZ line. They tagged the white walls of the bathroom. One wrote, Anarchy; the other, Double Anarchy. They were anti-artists, they said. Part of a collective called The Anti-Christ and Mary Magdalene the Whore. I work at Goldman Sachs, I said. The one who wrote Double Anarchy made out with me. They went for a smoke outside and disappeared. I paid the bill, got breakfast at a diner on Broadway, and went to work.
Lord Jesus Christ, Save These Young People!
Lord Jesus Christ! Lord, God, Creator of heaven and earth. You knew us before we were conceived in the womb. You knew us and planned for our lives before all creation. I pray a special blessing over these young people gathered here today, who have come—some maybe not exactly willingly, maybe under a little pressure from their parents, or let's face it, a lot of pressure, God bless their parents, they mean so well, they care about their children, they care so much, just as, Father, you cared to send your one and only Son to the earth, born of Mary, to die for our sins—I pray a special blessing over these young people. I know young people are so close to your heart, Lord God. So close.