Lies

What a drag. I didn't have poison ivy. I was being eaten alive by the devil incarnate. Bed bugs. I didn't even freaking know they weren't a joke created by parents to get their kids to make their beds or whatever. The thing is it doesn't even matter if you make your bed every morning. They will find you and feast on your flesh no matter how clean you are. So we went and picked up a few bottles of alcohol and bug killer. We are nuking our bedroom because that's where they all are and we are cleaning our whole apartment again even though it is still super clean.

We got to meet with Darrell who is a older guy who comes to church late every Sunday. He isn't a member but he has been coming for at least a year I believe. He is a really quiet guy that always wears a really nice suit with powerful cologne and pearl strings that line his upper ear piercings. His house is so nice. I love the native American aesthetic. He has never been religious. In fact he has been through a really rough life. He says he's not like "all the good people at church" he has broken every commandment except denying the spirit. He was in motorcycle gangs and has been all over America. He fell off a 5 story building a few years ago and lived and he says he knows there is a God and that's why he comes to church. He had a lot of questions for us about God and religion and we taught him how to pray. He is a really kind dude.

We were sitting in his living room with about a dozen super nice guitars. After we were done he started handing us some really nice Gibson's to play on because he knew we liked to play. He let us play quite a few of them the cheapest of which was prob 1200$ and the most expensive was prob around 8-9000$ it was a white, gold plated, acoustic/electric Gretch. It might have been 10,000$ there wasn't a scratch on it. It was super dope and I had never played on a electric guitar so that was interesting. He said those dozen were only a few of his collection. He has a room full of guitars. 100,000$ in instruments. 

We got to help out with setting up a booksale for a library this week. Elder McCune and I had one other person helping us bring up three pallets of box's full of books. They each weighed about 20-30 lbs. We then went over the next day to work at the booksale for an hour and I got to read some sick WWII history books.

The grave stones are all right outside our apartment door because we live right next to a funeral home.