When I was called Jesus Christ

I don’t know what made me want to change my name to Jesus Christ.  Maybe it was the reverence with which my mother took that name. Or maybe I just liked the sound of it. Or maybe I wanted to mock those who thought that name holy.  So I hired a lawyer, filed a petition…

You shan’t be judged by law but by fate!

I sat in front of the judge with my head hanging low.  It wasn’t because I was ashamed of myself: I wasn’t; because I hadn’t done anything wrong. But I felt guilty anyway because I had taken a life.  It was an accident, really.  I happened to be one of those cliched kids stuck in…