A heavy set, self-professed gangbanging drug addict (12 years recovered) came to my door 'round 11 a.m. to check in on a lamb of god. He wanted to share Jesus's love, and I let him know immediately that I'm an atheist. This man, who is still utterly amazed at his continuing existence, then decided he wanted to save an atheist that morning.
Quite the mistake.
I won't be as long winded as I was this morning (20 min of discourse, if one could call it that), but he concluded that I wasn't a nice person and that the devil works through me. He then escaped through the infinitely short corridor. I think he was not pleased that I called his god a prick in front of his kid, some 12-year-old accessory. Also, he was Hispanic, and they have a natural fear of the devil. That must be why he gave up on saving me if he truly loved me as much as he said he did.
So like, I now have devil powers. Any ideas of what I should do with them?
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