Green Day - Greatest Hits God-s Favorite Band -... -

“What do you need?” Miguel asked.

Miguel looked at the empty street. Then at his hands. The crucifix was warm.

He was forty-three, a former punk from Bakersfield who’d traded his skateboard for a collar after a DUI that almost killed a kid. Now he tended a dying parish in the Mojave dust. But tonight, he just wanted a beer and silence. Green Day - Greatest Hits God-s Favorite Band -...

Then the lights went out.

The girl pointed at the jukebox. “Play the whole disc. All the hits. God’s favorite band—not because they’re holy, but because they told the truth about the cracks.” “What do you need

Lou emerged from behind the bar, blinking. “Power surge. You okay, Padre?”

Here’s a short story inspired by the title Green Day - Greatest Hits: God’s Favorite Band . Static Saints The crucifix was warm

Miguel stepped outside, clutching his crucifix. A teenage girl with a nose ring and a faded American Idiot T-shirt stopped in front of him. She looked translucent, like heat off asphalt.

“Still Breathing.”

The bar was empty except for Lou, the one-armed owner, who nodded toward the jukebox. “On the house, Padre. Pick something. It’s been ten years since anyone played it.”