A Letter from Hell
On the way back from the airport, the roads still had a trace of snow on them. There wasn't much traffic that day. Near Starksboro I came up behind an old van that doing about 45. We reached a straight stretch of road and I started to pass it. Then out of nowhere came a semi and that was it.
The next thing I knew I was talking to God. It was a he and not a she, and he asked me why I didn't believe in him. I said "Prove to me that you're not a hallucination."
And here I am. I guess the truth doesn't make you free.
And here I am. I guess the truth doesn't make you free.
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