I think I met Jesus today.

There he was, sitting in Upper Crust at the train station,
drinking coffee. Serene whilst all was chaos around him.
I felt dirty and bad, and tried to cover up my 'Satan is my friend'
tattoo on my right breast.
He smiled as I took his photo. Patient. Loving.
And he also imparted wisdom to me,
he pointed out where the coffee stirrers were.

As he left I thought I saw him shake his head, and say: God help you.
Which I thought was really nice.