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So he’s not superman
By Jeremy | September 11, 2005
Judah and I went on our date with destiny last night, off to "find food" for "the homeless" in answer to his prayer. He was so excited about it all day. We ran into Uncle Roger on Third Avenue, and he told him all about it. We met up with his friend Christian at the park, and more of the same. Judah was a missionary of compassion. Then on the drive to Abounding Grace, he fell asleep in the car. Bad sign. Waking him up from a nap can be unpredictable, and this turned out to be one of those times. He woke up too soon, a complete grouch. Crankiness oozed from every pore. We bought milk for the coffee house, but that was about it. What was funny, though, was his excuses for wanting to bail. First he claimed to be shy. To be fair, he is whenever he meets new people ... for 30 seconds (as our LA interns can attest)! Then he flipped the script and claimed he has "too many friends" and wasn't in a mood to "make new ones." We'll try again soon, probably in two weeks, since I'll be returning from DC next Saturday.
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