Giselle Locke brought me to a nearby church that she used to attend. I am not religious, hence the lack of reverence. I do support some of the ideals, such as being kind and promoting peace. But in my eyes, religion is like team sports, it divides as much as it unites. Plus, I don't see any sense in making appeals to an invisible figure in the sky. Shit happens, but so good things. After our mischief, Giselle and I grabbed some boba tea and I recorded her saying as many bad words she could rattle off the top of her head. How many can you do?
