By: Victorious Sponge
A gentle priest makes his way home from midnight mass and falls into contact with a local street youth named Marcus. Madness ensues…
Special thanks to Sentient Visuals for production assistance
Despite the evidence to the contrary, I’m starting to doubt my existence.
Feel free to jump to conclusions on what this means.
An interview using role play goes in a weird direction.
When you run into someone from your past
Some of us get taught how to drive by a reluctant parent. Some of us pay a disinterested stranger with a weird-smelling car. If you’re Malia Obama, the only people trained to teach you how to drive are those in the Secret Service.