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It’s funny because I didn’t realize that my first bar night would end with us out on my roof talking about believing in god. I’ve got loads of history, family and otherwise with the Lord, enough were I felt forsaken, and over the years I’ve come to that realization most people might come to. I’m not the one to truly believe in God, I think there’s something there but I’ve decided I didn’t need that entity in the back of my mind, in my corner as you would. If my addled memory serves me you mentioned something like.. you believe, and everything is for a reason? I’m trying to wrap around my head that if things happen as you say, how come the two of us rowdy assholes were sitting on my roof! I’ve got that feeling you might’ve just needed someone to express that belief to, and honestly you might’ve came to a knowledgeable person for it, not to say I gave any useful advice the very opposite transpired in fact! I think things happen for reasons untold, lessons learned, friends and enemies found, relationships made and broken. In my honest opinion, I’ve always felt the things happening for reasons were always in our own hands, made from our brains and passed out like candy to every sorry SOB that hit us up on a Saturday night. Choices. Choices and consequences, and if you can live with both of those things that you created then truly you’ll get through tough times. Having a belief in something isn’t weakness, it takes a crazy amount of conviction to truly be a believer and I think you’ve got the guts for it and the mind to wrap your head around those things, but I know I’ll be asking God why we sat on a roof while your leg bled out when I see him for sure.

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