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When Big Head the Yellow Lab forms a congregation, his followers will Hail Bacon. An excerpt from The Big Head Diaries Volume 2.
I’ve heard Dad say he’s a spiritual guy but not religious. I get it.
I worship a lot of things like bacon and liver and the grease pan under the grill. The latter is something I just discovered. You know, just doing my part to keep things clean around here.
Religion is cool if it gives you confidence and improves your life. Just don’t tell me what to do or look down on my Big Head ways because of YOUR religion.
Dad often compared the gang culture at our home in New Zealand to religion. I heard him discussing it with his friend.
“Dude. The gang members were cool and had my back when I lived there. They were filled with pride. Totally committed. The gang is their community, their religion. But at what point does the faith become so radical that it blinds them?” Dad would wonder out loud.
“I don’t know Chin. That’s deep shit. Good thing they liked you, man! ” his buddy would reply.
During Dad’s space-outs driving through beautiful places, he’ll forget we’re listening to a Christian station.
As I said before, God appears to have a monopoly on radio waves in the wilds. Put us on a mountain…
