(humor) by Will Benge The propertarian seminary for the new priestly class would

(humor)

by Will Benge

The propertarian seminary for the new priestly class would, of course, have to be conducted by torchlight in the winery caves of Lyons, and smuggled-in barrels of every expensive spirit of the world, after being emptied of their contents, of course, totally ingested, would be placed on their side for proper seating.

But in the evenings, or so the Sheriff’s report goes, the townsfolk would be awoke by verbose arguing, loud ruckus, “no, that’s not right,” some scuffling, “i’ll tear you to pieces,” followed by laughter, which carries on all night.

During the day, I mean afternoons, everyone’d recognize these privileged students first from their trained professional stagger; step step very long pause (regain balance) step (smile so proudly) step step.

…. Emerges from the grocery store, leaning over cart. Door-slam rocks the car….

Alarmed senior citizen. “But, but…should he be driving?”