saturdays spent

“Would you act any different if there was a god?” I ask the atheist driving me from one party to the next. He said no and later that night crashed his car drunk driving and making an illegal left hand turn. “Are you planning on using a pillow for a napkin?” I ask the woman eating barbeque chicken on a white couch in a house perched in the Hollywood Hills. She said no but was later seen tracing her fingers clean while pretending to adjust a pillow. Everyone I met last Saturday had the integrity of hyenas. How are your Saturdays spent?