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I didn't know how to respond, I guess they saw that
"We are doing drugs from now on. They'll make you forget about that girl you tried to marry and then some more."
"I will not." I said
The priest grabbed a handful from their bag of coke and threw it at me, I got unbelievably scared and I started sweating. Then he took me for the passions.
I decided I'd buy a gun, and I did.
I shot the pastor, took them for not a priest, priest no but I killed the minister of destruction myself. Then I got a call from my ex wife in jail.
She said she wanted to know if our mutual friend was still doing coke, as if she must've thought I didn't know she was addicted.
It never changes. The priests name was the one she named our baby that she carried to term so she says. Please your honor, pardon me so I can fight in this war against drug abuse, with my clear wits and sobriety. If I stay in here I'll have to fuck myself and I'd be better off than not doing coke. If you say I didn't kill that man in self defense. Even after I succumbed to the passions. I will not fail that son of mine killed by a drug dealers cock your honor!
