Can they feel the heat of the fire and brimstone from the street?

Or is it the heroin addicts that lived here before me?

I wish I had an answer to this. I really hate being woken up at 7,8, 9am in the morning by a woman carrying a bible.

I have experienced all of these time frames with a vengeance…and believe me my house is as hard to find as the Holy Grail.

What the fuck? How do they find me? Is god trying to tell me something?

Come on…I’m not all that bad.

Hehe...ok maybe a little…but I haven’t grown horns yet.