We worked at the county summer camp, and one night a week we got to leave the camp. You could only go with certain 18+ folks if you were under 18, like I was. Well 3 of us just wanted to go to McDonald's (there is part of the story that I'll tell another time), which we did. But on the condition that we all had to go to church (wednesday night, btw) with the 18 year old guy who actually had a truck. Now this is one of those old 1990s Ford F150s with a bench seat, so it's like 4 dudes hip-to-hip in the cab of this truck. Drove down the highway into the city, did McDonald's, and then went to church. Hoooooo boy. It was Pentacostal church. We all got to awkwardly sit there - I looking normal, one tatted up dude, another dude with purple swatch in his dark black punk hair and gaged ears, and the actual church member - while the congregation "spoke in tongues" and went just nuts with emotion, there were tissue boxes up at the front of the alter, everyone out in the aisles wailing and moaning and waving their hands. WTF do you do? If you don't join in clearly you aren't blessed by the Holy Spirit or something. Afterward, this friend was so so so so so hyped up, like I cannot even describe, beyond it seemed like he'd just snorted cocaine. Which he hadn't. But there we were, going 25 over on the interstate speeding past everyone late at night, going back to the summer camp, he's just hootin' and hollerin' to the country music and about Jesus. # BRANDON WHAT DO TAIL LIGHTS MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! > *scrreeeeeeeeech* *Holy shit, Brandon get the fuck down off your Jesus High and drive us home safe!* Never went anywhere with him again.