I was born catholic and I've never been proud or haver ever followed my religion. Now, I have nothing against christians or christianism, but not a long ago, I met Jesus at a psychedelic party.
Indeed, the sober shall be laughing at this point, and I can perfectly guess why, but fuck yeah, he wasn't white, and no he wasn't that great, but he was cool alright. He made a gay friend piss off, and that was picaresce. It's religion that saddened him, not us often sinners.
Anyways, yesterday I was walking near the neighborhood of that party, and I suddenly noticed the word Jesus appearing everywhere.
Yes who would've thought, I actually met Jesus at Jesus Street. But at the time, I wasn't aware of that.
Funny shit, huh.