Clinton St. Quarterly, Vol. 8 No. 3 | Fall 1986 (Seattle) /// Issue 17 of 41 /// Master# 65 of 73

Comes Nun -lovek ( THINK Nuts) UAVT -Vbf, Clinton St. Quarterly Fm grown up now and I have no nuns around me. Yet I’m haunted by them. hk« A win ore Chuvxh uJen •. it kike i'm^oi to be kii\eA in AA Accident I KUA$ iA *-V\e ca*. / 1 * pouJcreJl X hDuchsl/x I'n +xke A A O< I Prox uJ<th) A. ^l«VS °V ( Pine-foL y A W uns. nuns, nuns! Live and on stage!!! After my mom died in an auto accident (with nuns in the car) they took over They even changed my diapers. I did not fit in. As an altar boy, my cassock was too short. I iihd sexuaI feelings and I made up sins. In grade school, Jimmy Fagan wet his pants, I was Sister Jude Thadeus’ pet. She wanted me to become a priest. 1

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