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Friday Five

1. Were you raised in a particular religious faith?

Nope, my parents were of opposing religions and neither one of them were practicing said religion after they moved out of their parents’ houses. I had the good fortune to have never had to go to church, except when the “ex wife” dragged me when we were going out. I am glad I never actually married her, among other reasons, she’d probably have made me go all the time and if we had a kid, he/she would have had to endure it too.

2. Do you still practice that faith? Why or why not?

Nope, cuz I had none to begin with 😉

3. What do you think happens after death?\

I don’t know and it scares me and freaks me out more than anything! I mean, where do you go, and more importantly, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT?! Thoughts are in everyone’s head non stop, you can’t turn them off, when you die, do you just stop? I want to live forever, I don’t want to just cease to be! Shit, thanks a lot for opening up that can of worms, like I don’t have enough things to obsess over.

4. What is your favorite religious ritual (participating in or just observing)?

I have none, they all seem silly. Like when you wait in line for the “god tab” at the church which I was never allowed to have since I wasn’t “splashed”. One time though, I made DNP (the ex wife) save the tab for me so I could try it. It tasted like styrofoam. I’ll probably burn for that one, if I thought there was a place you burn after you die.

5. Do you believe people are basically good?

I guess that depends. I don’t think all people are good by a long shot. I think there are some good peoplebut not enough and that the bad outweighs the good. I think that in my life, I may have found more people of the anti-good. Where I used to work, at Midway, there were a lot of truly EVIL people. You can probably count the good ones on one hand. Where I work now, those are good people, as evidenced by how good they have been to me over this whole back ordeal. I have certainly met my share of women who turned out to be bad, then again, I have been guilty of being bad myself. I certainly was no prince when it came to RMD, I didn’t exactly treat her very well and that regret I’ll hold with me forever. Her getting rid of me pretty much proves that theory and the fact that I never heard from her on my bday cements it even more. I like to think I am a good person overall. There may be some who disagree with that assesment. I try to be at least. I wish there were more good than bad, but with things like Jam Master Jay getting killed, people sniping, flying planes into buildings, and such, it’s hard to feel good about people overall.


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