While listening to Hell’s Bells yesterday, I was joyfully reminded of a trip to church with Guevarra in our senior year of high school. I had taken it upon myself to help him meet a girl he initially met online. Why? Because I’m a sweet girl and a good friend. At the time she was living in Fontana, and she invited us to her church. We found it uproariously funny that we were listening to “devil music” while we were driving to church.
That was an exciting excursion. Her church was fairly large, but every person knew each other, so when Chris and I walked in, we were hounded by one hundred pairs of eyes. It was thoroughly unsettling. We could feel their curiosity smothering us.
On a side note:
Here is a long list of the Union staff’s favorite words. It continues to grow.