Tag: altar boys

i used to be an altar boy. a damn good one at that, i knew what need­ed to be done at exact­ly what time and i knew all of the foibles of the priest i helped out. it was dread­ful­ly bor­ing. i did how­ev­er gain the abil­i­ty to keep a total­ly emo­tion­less face for an entire hour. i always took the hon­or of prepar­ing the censer and incense when we used it in mass. i got to play with fire, and make it smell good. it was the only sexy part of being a serv­er. i did pass out a cou­ple of times dur­ing sum­mer mass due to lack of blood sug­ar and the intense heat that wear­ing an alb in sum­mer heat with­out hav­ing break­fast would cause any­one to pass out. if you read that sen­tence again i change some­thing around from the first half to the sec­ond half and it should­n’t make any sense. too many verb claus­es? what­ev­er.