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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Not me. I had a blow induced freak out (thought I was having heart attack) and had an epiphany on the beach (North Carolina back in 1994) that religion is possibly the dumbest thing imaginable.
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I think I have told this story before, but for all the long-time-lurker-potential-newbers out there, I will repeat it.
When I was in college, there was this handyman-type dude who was hired by our slumlord landlord company. We would call him Jerry because he looked kind of like Jerry Garcia. He use to hang around a fair amount and sometimes get high with us and occasionally pretend to do some handyman-type work around the house. Then, after winter break, he came back and told us about a drug-related freak out that he had on the beach. He had taken what I can only imagine was a huge amount of acid. Unlike Sebastian, however, the experience did not confirm his anti-religious zealotry, in part because he saw and spoke with God there on that beach on New Year's Eve with a head full of acid. Soon, Jesus freak pamphlets would beging to appear around the house, and we kind of kept our distance from old Jerry. Then, one day we came back from class and saw that the big tree in our front yard had been cut down. Moreover, a cross had been cut into the flat part of the stump with the chainsaw, and red paint had been splashed on the stump-cross in the stigmata areas.
I wish post-fake-heart-attack-Sebastian had been around to talk some sense into him. Maybe we could have saved that tree.
