The foundation of my behaviors is centered around my time spent at mass.
From the times before I can remember, shitting my pants and crying all the
way to the back of the church...before I was 1 year old of course.
*shitting my pants is no longer a behavior I take part in*
I've been to many churches in my life because of the extent of travelling
I've done. For the better part of my life, every Sunday is spent in church.
Usually St. Valentine's is graced with my presence!
Believe it or not, Four of the years of my life was spent as an altar boy.
My parents did all they could, that's why it's such a mystery as to why
I'm such a devil?