Mind you, I wasn’t possessed, as far as I knew.
There was a new shop near where I was living at the time: magazines, records, T-shirts, various other kni.cknacks. I stopped in. There were three young men there, who evidently worked there, and we got to chatting. In the course of which, I bought a copy of Rolling Stone. I was a bit of a metalhead, since there wasn’t much else out there that looked interesting (late 80’s, early 90’s). I was a great deal more into the Illuminati/Discordia/Thelemic vibe than I am now, and they took this to be their cue to start evangelizing. Big mistake.
They had their Youth Group Witnessing kit. I had at least fifteen years on them, and arguments from some of the best skeptics of the past 150 years, including one superstar of philosophy and logic, two of the wittiest men since Voltaire, Voltaire himself, and some modest religious experience myself. Also, I tend not to take fools gladly.
Ten minutes of theological debate ensued. I owned
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