Apparently, the main attraction of the Baptist church in my neighborhood are its christian girls. But let me start this properly. Continue reading
I admit it. I smoke. Cigarettes, that is. I’m not proud, I’m not bragging with it and I don’t advise anyone to do it. What I don’t do though is wander around the city and pick on people who smoke.
OK, let me start with the beginning. No, before I start I want you to know that I have A LOT of respect for the elderly. I loved my grandparents and I love seeing wise old people sharing their experience. But I don’t like those who…well, let me start my story…
There I was, sitting peacefully with a friend on a bench in the park. You know, girl-talk and s**t. And yes, we were having some smokes. On the next bench, an elderly person was preaching to bum about beliving in God, about quitting alcohol, about…well, let’s just say he was preaching. Continue reading