I have one very specific childhood memory of Halloween. And again, it involves my Parents’ God.

It’s a troubling story and I’ve never liked telling it. I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s because it was the first time I had to come face-to-face with the horrific, lobotomized state of stupidity blind faith may leave the most innocent of victims.

Or maybe because it involves a 60-year-old woman and what I am now sure was some form of ancient and tribal, brutal anal rape.

Yeah, that was probably it. Continue reading Fear and Loathing from the Back Pew — Halloween