ONE NIGHT I TOOK A WALK DOWN TO THE BEACH. I SMELLED SMOKE. I LOOKED ACROSS THE STREET TO THE 7-11, SOMEONE HAD NAILED A BUM TO THE NEON LIT 7-11 SIGN, HIS BODY FORMED THE SIGN OF THE CROSS, HE HAD BEEN TORCHED. THERE HE WAS, CRACKLING AND BURNING AGAINST THE NIGHT SKY. HE WAS THE FIRST SAINT I'VE EVER SEEN