note: all characters are totally fictional. Any resemblence between the characters posted here and real persons, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental

overheard at a recent meeting…

[Bill]Hi, my name is Bill. I eat things.
[everyone]Hi, Bill!
[Bill]No, I mean I eat things that shouldn’t be eaten. Which is why I eat them.
[person1]Is it because you were denied food as a child?
[Bill]Huh?
[person2]Maybe you don’t know what you are doing. It could be a disease, you know…
[person3]Yeah. It’s the disease, man. You gotta let go and give yourself over to another power.
[Bill]I think I already have, which is why I eat things.
[person1]That’s good, Bill. Open up. Get it out. Free yourself. Open the lid and let if fly away. Open the windows and feel the…
[Bill -interrupting person1]No, no, no. I do it for my son. I am protecting him.
[person1]What types of things do you eat, Bill?
[Bill]Every kind of baby food that my son eats, I taste first. Except broccoli and chicken. He’s on his own there.
[person1]But you said you ate things that shouldn’t be eaten.
[Bill]Have you ever tasted some of that stuff?
[person1]Actually, I have been known to enjoy the occasional Hawaiian Delight every now and then.
[Bill]I have also tasted a photograph, a coffee table, the sofa, and shoes.
[person5]I feel your pain, Bill. I feeeeeeeeeeeeeeel it!
[Bill]Huh?
[person5]Do you renounce your past misdeads? Do you want to cleanse yourself in the waters of healing?
[Bill]No. But I would like some water to wash down this meeting pamphlet. Will has been eyeing it for a few minutes and I wanted to make sure it was okay first. Little dry though…