I’m in Appalachia. If I worked in an adult bookstore my boss would be an evangelical. Haha

Holy rollers, holy rollers everywhere.

Each and every day of my life someone preaches to me. I just smile and carry on.

Had a really weird 81 year old man in my store yesterday. He said, “I was down ‘are at ‘tuh moose lodge with my girlfriend and some feller flirted with her. My buddy said, “now don’t go fightin’ eem. You don’t wanna git in no trouble.” And I told him I didn’t have to fight him. The lord would take care of him. A few weeks later his cayncer came back. Other night my dead wife was laying in the bed holding our baby that died. She asked me to put a blanket on her. I wanted to talk to her but I guess the lord didn’t want me to speak. Not everybody can see spirits. Only a select few people. I’ve seen spirits all my life.”

Part of me is jealous of these folks. They think they’re gonna live forever and trust that everything will work out. Meanwhile I’m worrying about my health and that everything isn’t going to work out. :p