My Life Without God by William J. Murray

Author:William J. Murray [Murray, William J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biographies & Memoirs, Leaders & Notable People, Religious, Memoirs, Christian Books & Bibles, Christian Living, History, World, Religion; Politics & State, Religion & Spirituality, Religious Studies, Church & State, Buddhism, Christianity, Religious Studies & Reference
ISBN: 9781936488346
Amazon: B007EOCAR6
Barnesnoble: B007EOCAR6
Publisher: WND Books
Published: 2012-03-06T00:00:00+00:00

12

Hawaii’s flower-fragrant air greeted me anew when I stepped off the Boeing 707 at Honolulu International Airport. I had not known what to expect, so I was surprised and pleased by the collection of people who had come to welcome me. Susan and Robin were there, conspicuously accompanied by Bruce Tong, as well as Uncle Irv and several of the friends I had made during my brief stay at the University of Hawaii. Among them were Jim Smythe and his longtime companion, Sandra Jenkins.

Susan and I exchanged a quick, polite kiss, and I reached to take Robin from her arms. She turned away and burst into tears. I was a stranger to her. Instead of wanting me, she clambered toward Bruce, who nearly blushed with embarrassment. He reached out to shake my hand but couldn’t look me in the eye. I glared at Susan.

Jim Smythe broke in to ease the tension. “Bill, I bet you could use a joint of that good Kona grass. Long flight, right?” He clutched a large, brown bag of grass in his hand.

“Sure was, Jim. But let’s wait till we get to the car,” I replied.

Jim smiled, looked furtively around, and then slipped the stash back into his guitar case.

Susan handed Robin to Bruce and kissed me again lightly on the cheek. “It’s been too long, Bill.”

“I know, Susan, I know.” I looked at Bruce.

Uncle Irv couldn’t wait any longer. “I hope you brought money, nephew,” he said. “Your grandmother’s sick. Those suckers of your mother’s aren’t coming through, now that she’s back stateside.”

“Bill.” Sandra caught my attention as Jim looked elsewhere. “I think I have Jim talked into making it with me,” she smiled and went on without waiting for me to respond. “And guess who’s in the army? Gregg. You gonna tell us about Mexico? What was it like?” She paused a moment to catch her breath.

“That’s great. Good for you, Sandy,” I inserted.

“Bill, your wife said something about stock.” Irv tapped my shoulder. “You know how hard I’ve worked here. The old lady has Medicare, but that won’t pay for food.”

I threw up my hands and shouted, “Everybody hold it!” That seemed to shut them up. My head was beginning to throb. Someone needed to organize this strange bunch. “Bruce, take Susan and the kid up to Irv’s place. Irv, just go home. Jim, roll one of those things. Sandy, we’ll take your car and pick up some beer.”

Sandy drove while Jim sat in the backseat, playing “Tangerine Man” on his guitar. I took a deep drag off the joint and passed it to Sandy. Before she took a drag, she asked, “What are you going to do, man?”

“Blow my brains out with pot,” I replied.

“Besides that.”

“I don’t know.”

We stopped at Long’s Drugs. I went in and bought a case of beer. Then Jim took the receipt back in and picked up another case. It was a busy place and easy to walk out with just about anything, but the receipt was a good trick just in case someone stopped you on your way out.

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