Someone finally saw through to Damon’s heart of evil.
This morning on the subway (church time) D was coming down the stairs and heard a woman yell “Look out!”
He flinched just in time.
One of our many illustrious subway shouters, prosthelitizers and preachers had identified him as a soul in need of saving via baptism by Sprite. So the guy had shaken up two bottles of the soda, popped the lids off and was standing at the top of the stairs shaking them down on Damon while he exhorted him with scripture.
Only Damon’s quick cringe spared him a total soaking. The preacher had to settle for one cheek and one jacket arm. I wonder if that means he’ll be sweeter now.
jaysaint 