The show varied from service to service, week to week. There was no telling what the man would do next, what outrage he would perpetuate, what ideas he would expound from his pulpit. During one service, he started talking about snakes as if they were man’s best friend. People shouldn’t fear snakes, he said; they are not aggressive creatures. He proved his point by grasping a three-foot rattlesnake behind its jaws and carrying it through the audience, “He put that snake almost in my face,” recalls Lena McCown, “and I’m scared of a snake, anyway. If I could have got through the wall, I would have got away.” - The Cult That Died
Thursday, May 9, 2019
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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