I have a way with words, but I only speak when it’s necessary. It keeps me from getting boring, I suppose. Or maybe it’s a fail-safe in order to keep people from hating me. Because, even though I like to pretend that the world doesn’t matter to me, I do want people to accept me. My Autobiography as Jesus H. Christ Blasphemers aren’t born; they’re made by a strict Catholic upbringing. Early on, I thought I was Jesus reincarnated that caused me to do several embarrassing things like walk on water – I tested this out on puddles of water. When it didn’t work, I figured that the gift will come when the time was right. I pondered what holes in my hands would…