Six months to 40. Let's not think about it. That's the best way. Let's just pretend that isn't happening.
I have had enough of the
Jshua man now. I have seen him nearly every day since I was first enchanted by his intriguing religious philosophy written on a cardboard box and he is starting to get irritating. Mainly because he is still concentrating on converting the people of King Street, Hammersmith, but also because in over a week he hasn't changed his message at all. It's the same statement on the same piece of cardboard. He was preaching to the converted (at least in my case) and if he wanted to come back to the same place every day he could at least come with a new piece of information so that we could all learn more about this mysterious Jshua and find out some of the other stuff he did.
But no, day after day, the same message, the same vacant stare.
More insulting is that I always look him in the eye when he holds up the sign and yet he shows no flicker of recognition. He doesn't see me and go "Oh, it's all right, you've already seen this. I'll move on." He just holds it up and looks at me with his hollow empty eyes (not a good advert for Jshua I have to say, pal. Try and look a bit happier about it).
It's a shame for him because I was well up for following him around and holding up signs for him, but he's blown it. I think Jshua is a twat now and I don't care about his crucifixtion. I am glad he was crucified. I am going to go back to believing in Jesus now. He is much better than rubbish old Jshua.
