A drunk staggers down main street and up the stairs of a cathedral. He crashes from pew to pew before making his way into a confessional. A priest watches the man's progress, then bustles over to enter his side of the booth to take the drunkard's confession.
   But there is no sound from the other side, save a few breaths and grunts and coughs.
   Then he hears a muffled but earnest "Damn!"
   "May I help you, my son?" the priest asks in concern.
   "Yeah, thanks, buddy," comes the drunk's voice from beyond the screen. "Got any paper on your side?"