The problem with not really believing in anything is that sometimes, just sometimes, you get the urge to wonder about religion and God and wonder why you don't believe. I was driving by a church yesterday and something inside of me wanted to stop, go in there and sit through mass.
Then I realized I had just smoked crack.
No, really. The feeling passed as soon as I rolled through the stop sign, I'm thinking the church has a spell on anyone who drives by. A spell that makes them want to stop and confess their life and love to god, fuck that. I'll be sure to GPS my way around town now to make sure I'm not passing by those crazy ass churches anymore.
I think I'll stick to my sparkly Jesus.
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