My kid goes to a religious school and I'm pretty good with that. A small price to pay for a superior education. On nights I'm home, I participate in his bedtime prayers. It's a family thing and I happily play along.
Shit is different with kids. I don't believe in Santa Claus, but I'ma put out Cookies and Milk on Xmas Eve w/ my son, and have him spread some reindeer food on the lawn (oatmeal and glitter).
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Thinking of cracked-out and/or tweaking whores getting their throats and asses brutalized for the next hit makes me hard. --Rear Admiral
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