"...Robby Rocks"
The Rev. John Baptiste or Uncle J.B. as we called him.
He got the calling in his middle years after a long bout with drink. Stayed a preacher till he was either 98 or 102 still don't know. Gave one of his fiery sermons the Sunday before his passing.
Maybe I could start my own sort of store front mayhem.
Uncle would really dig that. The family would not be surprised.
Drama Queenery is deep in my bones.
"Uncle Syd's First Church Bewildering Amazement".
All Welcome!
Come as ya are!
This as them Spirits sez. Pets welcome too!
Also always looking for local bands, and magic acts to liven things up. Volunteer nurses will assist the congregation if Angels or any other spooks happen to show up.
Maybe I should get a bus.
Go on da road. Preach the word of just being nice for a change. Ya know laughs loud music bad poetry, and spicy food for a change. What could go wrong?
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