He prays in public. How can you becomed so vulnerable as to allow the public in. Bars, bus stops, skate parks, a basketball court. I will not go to church with him. We’d never come out. He’s more naked in prayer than he is naked. Jesus Fucking Christ, he thinks he can save me. I cannot even go there. For my various indiscretions. Titty bars. Gas stations. Laundromats. Libraries. Weed stores. Groceries. He’s praying again. I refuse to even walk by a church for fear those devils will pop out at me. Father, forgive me, for I have sinned and sinned and sinned.