This is a coppery, pirate-faced me.
This is me and Jesus; he's lacking eyeballs.
It's the blind leading those who can already see.
This is me and Jesus and two slices of bacon.
Jesus was all about the bacon.
This is me and Jesus and two slices of bacon at The Last Supper.
I think I've replaced Mary, so it's really two slices of bacon,
Jesus, and a Bethlehem whore.
My thought bubble says, 'Maybe he won't notice the bacon.'
I keep saying it's a painting, but it's not; it's more of an art piece. It's fairly large, and heavy due to the entire thing being made out of copper and something that feels like suede. We decided to put it in the kitchen, so it can be covered in the actual smell of bacon; I didn't really like the idea, but it seemed... appropriate. I was completely speechless when I opened it, and didn't quite believe I'd won our Christmas Lottery. The fact that someone added me--and my partner in cholesterol-raising crime, bacon--to The Last Supper makes this the greatest gift that has ever been made for me. The fact that my dad made this for me just makes him the best dad in the whole wide world. It's a wonderful feeling when you realize a parent really gets you, and seeks to understand what you're about; I feel very lucky, because both of my parents do. I am lucky in love, bacon, and Jesus. It was a very good Christmas.