Anatomy of an Active Stoner 4
a year ago
Previously on Anatomy of an Active Stoner
Sunday 7:30 am, 1995
"Time for Sunday school, wake up."
My mom's voice snaps me out of my dream. I hate Sundays more than anything in this world - My two single days of freedom after being locked up all week long cut short by this church class business.
I want to sleep in, watch cartoons and play outside, not sit down for hours listening to the robed man talk about people I do not care for one bit. How could these magicians act in my best interest when a...