I was practically born an atheist. Did not know religion was taken seriously by anyone until I met one at Sonoma State University. I still suffer dyslexia.
I grew up in the Hays Valley in San Francisco. The closest person I thought might be a deity was Grace slick. she was like a mother to me.
I am white but lived in my adolescent years with an all black family. Most of them were gay and we hung out at the Fort about every night.
None of us worked. We just got high and drank wine.
Later I grew up a bit, found out academics were easy once I tried to pass in school and went on to college.
I am older now and no longer get high and have become much like a middle-class person, accept I do not git religion; is death really that scary? Why not make up a cool god who gets high and likes sex orgies?
I miss my Medical
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