My brother had told me earlier not to mention to the pastor that I'm an atheist, or he would try to convert me for at least two hours. The man was only a few years older than me; his office was filled with books, a playstation, and Marines memorabilia. Apparently, he had been a sniper or sharpshooter or some thing. I sat down in to a surprisingly comfortable leather loveseat just inside the door, and quietly listened while he and my brother discussed what needed to be discussed. I looked around the room, and noticed one brightly-colored book with the title "The Gay Agenda: What You Must Know!" (It may have been this one). Apparently being an atheist is not the only issue the man would have had with me. Still, I was a guest, so I remained silent, and polite.
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I'd rather not go through that again.
I also put up our tree:
And there you have it. November in a nutshell.