finding myself in the aftermath of the journey of weirdness

okay, so now that i finished reliving the Scientology Story that only took me about 8 months to tell, i can focus my efforts on writing other deep insights that i've been pondering over the past year . . .

ah, maybe next year . . .

in the meantime, here's a picture of what some delinquent youths did to my car a couple of weeks ago. I was praying fervently over at the student center with some brothers from the church while some from that same group who should have been there praying with us were burying my car . . .

and you'll never guess who was behind it all, yes one of the brothers who, with a knife concealed in his sleeve, prayed arm in arm together with me during our prayer meeting that night.

yep you guessed it. Fellow staff member Carl Frost . . . write something incriminating on his blog site because he has lots of important people who read his, and they think he's a nice respectable young man.

i'm glad the snow is melting. here's a winter haiku for you.

snow withering days
melting away the prozac
inducing some hope