doing a real funky bop, just about fucking on the dance floor

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After a while I got tired of church and hip to the Reverend. He was the biggest crook in the neighborhood. Leading all those people on about how him and God is pals and they got to show their faith by contributing to the church fund. Shit, that old bastard had a big house and a new Cadillac every year. And later, after he'd collected over fifty thousand dollars for the church, he just split-left L.A. with the loot and never returned. Most of the dudes who went to church did it to get off on the girls. I'd go to laugh at the preacher. He'd get to lying like old Reverend Monroe about how he'd talked to God in the woods, waving his arms around, saying God told him he was one of the Chosen Few ordained personally to spread His message. He'd go on and on misquoting the bible and comparing himself with Moses. Unable to stifle my laughs, I'd sometimes burst out right in the middle of the service. Then this hick would roll his eyes back to the other side of his head and start another lie about how the devil was right there among us.