Tom: So I figured out (I think) that I like to get completely wasted, not because its fun, but because I have a gaping hole in the middle of me. Things bother me badly, sometimes they're things that happen in the world, things I see, things I only hear or read about, sometimes they're things that are done or said to me, things that are done or said to others... it all accumulates and makes me sad and crazy until I want to drink so much I forget my own name.

God: Come here, my child.

Tom: Um, what?

God: Come to me. Let me embrace you.

Tom: Excuse me? I thought you said that you weren't my personal advice columnist or shoulder to cry on...?

God: Not unless you allow me to be. Come to me, my child. Be with me and let me hold you. Let yourself see that I am always with you and that I love you, that I love you with an infinite, unconditional love. Let me rain down gifts of healing, forgiveness, grace, mercy, love, redemption, and peace upon you. I want to do it, and you deserve it.

Tom: (sob) I'll try.