Your Girl Friday International

Reasons I don’t attend church… The morning I saw the town preacher drunkenly stumble out of Darla’s the town whore’s house. His shirt untucked, fly open. A few days earlier, he had told me I was going to hell because my mother was a whore because my father had abandoned us. I waved at my friend Darla, and said to him “See ya there?” My 7 year old brain logically prepared to go to hell. – I was labeled precocious.