"I didn't know we could be that funny!" - My roommate Raquel after we finished listening to a tape we recorded detailing our encounter with a schizophrenic Christian missionary who also claimed to be a satanist and wiccan...
He showed up on our porch last night night in the rain. He was wearing a large raincoat with a guitar strapped to his back, and the shadowy figure looming in the darkness was enough to tickle our mystery bones as we watched him from my window.
We pranced out to the porch to casually "smoke a cigarette", hoping he was the man of at least one of our dreams. Upon closer glance, he was about 40, with some teeth missing, and immediately admitted to looking in my window because "God told him to".
My roommate claims I am way too friendly to strangers, and I probably am...ok, I am...I proceeded to bring the guy a beer, give him a cigarette and a guitar pick and pretend to be interested in what he had to say (and play). I made it abundantly clear that I am an atheist, and when he started playing freakin' Creed on guitar, I said "no no no, We don't do Creed", and he stopped.
Anyway, he was a total wacko, turns out. He had a major boner for my roommate and ended up spending about 10 minutes writing down 6 different e-mail addresses, 2 phone numbers, and an address where he could be contacted, even though I thought she made it pretty clear she wasn't interested, but he swore God had lead him to her.
Anyway, when we got back inside we recorded a half hour account of everything that had happened on tape...complete with spooky religious music in the background, and the most kick-ass variety of creepy chanting ever. Instead of sleeping, we just stayed up an listened to ourselves, and wondered how the hell we got to be so funny. Guess you had to be there...
He showed up on our porch last night night in the rain. He was wearing a large raincoat with a guitar strapped to his back, and the shadowy figure looming in the darkness was enough to tickle our mystery bones as we watched him from my window.
We pranced out to the porch to casually "smoke a cigarette", hoping he was the man of at least one of our dreams. Upon closer glance, he was about 40, with some teeth missing, and immediately admitted to looking in my window because "God told him to".
My roommate claims I am way too friendly to strangers, and I probably am...ok, I am...I proceeded to bring the guy a beer, give him a cigarette and a guitar pick and pretend to be interested in what he had to say (and play). I made it abundantly clear that I am an atheist, and when he started playing freakin' Creed on guitar, I said "no no no, We don't do Creed", and he stopped.
Anyway, he was a total wacko, turns out. He had a major boner for my roommate and ended up spending about 10 minutes writing down 6 different e-mail addresses, 2 phone numbers, and an address where he could be contacted, even though I thought she made it pretty clear she wasn't interested, but he swore God had lead him to her.
Anyway, when we got back inside we recorded a half hour account of everything that had happened on tape...complete with spooky religious music in the background, and the most kick-ass variety of creepy chanting ever. Instead of sleeping, we just stayed up an listened to ourselves, and wondered how the hell we got to be so funny. Guess you had to be there...
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veganjihad:
in pittsburgh a few months back, you could go to the science center, and see Laser Creed!
tryst:
No, he was not hot. He just looked hot with the hood of his raincoat masking his countenance. We thought he might be "the one", but instead he just THOUGHT he was "the chosen one"...a "phophet"....yeesh.