My faith is already slipping.
I took shelter in my community of good hearted potheads.
I realized it isn't necessarily such a welcoming bunch anymore.
If I was more narrowly minded, and perhaps rabidly driven I would have felt at home again.
I'm not a victim.
I'm a crime in and of myself.
If I wouldn't have said anything I could have just seen all the smiling Californian faces lining up at the polls and worried about sheep to the slaughter.
Instead I opened my mouth. Now I worry about ever doing it again.
Always speak your mind.... And i thank you greatly.
SCF