This is How by M J Hyland

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I don't believe in God, never have, but the few times I've thought of Him, when I was a kid and went to church for Daniel's confirmation in the Catholic church, and once to my cousin Megan's wedding, and I had the idea that He knows who I am and I thought that He probably likes me. And that's what I get to thinking now. As I look out the van's window I make Him promises. If He lets me free, I'll never sin again, and I'll live a proper life. But God's got a quick answer ready. He reminds me that things are never as good as I think they'll be and that I'm always disappointed and that when I've got something in my hands I know how to wreck it or not pay the proper attention to what it is I've been given. He says, The best things in the life of Patrick Oxtoby were the things he remembered or the things he still waited for and I know He's right, but I go on making pacts with Him, promise that, if He helps me now, the toast that turns up in the morning will be as good as the idea of toast in the morning and that I'll never again complain where complaining isn't called for.