One time back in Sunday school, they forced br us to participate in this dopey reenactment of br Jesus’ crucifixion. We had to put on red foam br rubber clown noses and big clumsy clown shoes br and then carry a heavy sack of rocks on our back br as we walked a phalanx of older kids who shouted br insults and fired water pistols at us. I remember br coming home with soaked clothes and a sore br back. We weren’t supposed to keep the clown br noses, but I did. Do you think that was wrong? It’s br not like they missed one stupid clown nose. I was br angry about having to take part in the ridiculous br exercise, but I guess I still shouldn’t have stolen br the nose. I don’t know.