If there was, why would he come see about me, anyhow? Why would he come see about me after I left the others back in that truck?
No God, no God, he wasn’t a suburban kid from Ohio still three years away from his first encounter with a razor, prayer was just a manifestation of what psychologists called “magical thinking,” and there was no God.
If there was, why would he come see about me, anyhow? Why would he come see about me after I left the others back in that truck?
