Was working in the front yard one beautiful summer day, these 2 older ladies are walking up the road coming to my place, my first thought was that they had a breakdown or something because no one ever comes down our road without a specific purpose.
Well the one of the ladies asked me if I had accepted Christ as my savior, and I told her no that I hadnt, I said that I believe in most of the things that Christ had said as far as morality went but I didnt believe him to be my savior.
Well she hands me a copy of the Watchtower (if memory serves) and I looked it over and I said that I would like to show her something. I went inside and grabbed a book by Scott Cunningham and handed it to her and asked if she would like to read it. She declined. I told her very nicely that I feel very strongly in my beliefs as I am sure that she does, but I would never force them down her throat.
I also asked her and the other lady if they felt comfortable coming down here by themselves where no one is around. they just kind of gave me a funny look and told me that God watches over them. I told her that the Gods are watching over me 2.
At this point they had left but I later found the literature in the mailbox.
I thought of doing some psycho satanic screaming at them or something of that nature but I thought better of it which really isnt like me at all. I guess I didnt want them to come away with the impression that they already had. I mean I am not shy about my beliefs if you ask I will tell you. I wear a Pentagram around my neck but I usually keep it concealed, funny cos it fell out one time when I was in a convience store and the guy gave me my change and said "Blessed Be" to me. I was a little amused by the whole thing because he didnt seem the type but then again neither do I.
Some body shut me up sometimes I get a little long winded.
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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