The Galvanized Gimp (5)

    
   "The Galvanized Gimp (5)"
   
   Dragic Rokavic, Jude's biological father, was having two beers, for he knew the wise words of the past journalist Christopher Hitchens:  "Drinking is like a woman's breasts--one is too little, and three is too many."  He drank the two beers with his anti-psychotic.
   He blamed himself and the doctors.  Having epididymitis and getting treated with Prednisone and antibiotics, they never told him not to discharge into his wife's vaginal cavity; however, he did; next, nine months later--a baby born with no legs, little Jude.
   There was no proof; regardless, on the list of deaths in the United States, physician and nurse error outshine smoking cigarettes.  Dragic could give a damn.
   He loved Jude, but what he didn't know is that the same figures that pinned him down at night were pinning Jude down, but Jude had escaped them through religion.  Dragic knew they were real.  So did Jude, but the little boy had the Christ.  Sleep Paralysis is never easy--that's what they call it.  Dragic got two hours at best of slumber, the rest, his eyes wide open while they hovered around and paralyzed him.
   He remembered, years ago, a man limping into Mass, Dragic going there as his ex-wife was Catholic while he was Serbian Orthodox, yet he converted, and that limping man, disheveled, bearded, and yet armed with ascetic confidence marched to take the Eucharist--in the worst of conditions, suffering next to Christ, ready to imbibe the Body of a Living God.
   Upon such remembrance, Dragic decided it was time to try Mass again.  Give it a shot.