“Hey, Billy. Whatcha doing?” No. I say that. “Heh heh.” Good day, buddy? “Having fun. Tired. Got religion.” What? That sounds bad. “Nah, nah: good stuff all around. Ever hear about the Living Church?” Not with capital letters, no. “Back in the old days, when they would consecrate a new cathedral, penitents would be bricked … Continue reading Billy, Stoned