I'd like to thank the st. mary's church of trenton for reintroducing me to having hymns stuck in my head.
Mass was like church-lite. no petitions, no proclaiming the mystery of our faith (FUCK! I LOVE THE MYSTERY OF OUR FAITH! I used to get to put the mystery of our faith scroll out from behind the backdrop thing... anyway, I think that scroll was felt)... anyway, I took communion because what kind of godfather doesn't take communion?
"Sure, I'll take responsibility for the child's faith. Also, I'm feeling agnostic. Perhaps even atheist. Ask me tomorrow."