Siren's Pull

So this might come as a huge shock to a lot of you people, but despite acting like Satan's most recent coming, I'm down with a radical hippie named Jesus.

[This rather prophetic statement comes from Santana's apartment -- and if you squint, you can see the vestiges of some ash on her forehead. Someone went to a service today.]

And for Lent, I'm going to give up something that's worth its weight in gold -- time. And I'm going to give it to a crisis center. I'm not exactly therapist material, because I'd rather slap someone than tell them their problems can totally be validated -- but I'm a pretty phenomenal singer. And whenever I get down on myself and hate the world and everyone in it, I sing about it.

So, for forty days and forty nights, every afternoon, from one to three in the afternoon in between shifts unless there's zombie dogs or whatever wandering around, I'll be outside the performance arts theatre singing for some cash. And the cash collected during that is going toward a fund for GLBTQ youths so that the people coming here can go to therapy or whatever if they can't cope with shit. And for your reference, that's gay-lesbian-bisexual-transgendered-questioning for the people who are seriously considering voting for an old white man for President instead of our super cool black one.

[Pause.]

And if anyone in my stupid glee club from back home wants to come with me, I guess we can be all nostalgic and bust out the super lame Journey for people who want to see us not suck.