Background.

Renting a house with three bartenders. Bad for studying; great for parties. The place was a swamp. Period. I was mid-twenties, long hair.

Saturday mornings, I think(it was a while ago), they would descend on our quiet burb. I am half hammered still and I answer the door. There are two women, and one of them is smokin' hot. I ask them in. We sit in the "living" room which is a disaster and stinks like the inside of a beer bottle, filled with butts.

I offer them a beverage of their choice. One of them asks for a water, and I get her one. They pull out their Bibles and I get mine. They are stunned that I had a Bible. They turn to one of the passages that has the wicked among us perishing in some horrible fiery way.

I turn to Genesis and counter with the Noah and the Ark rainbow story. Look, I said, God promises not to kill us anymore. He made rainbows to remind us. They said, "God promises not to kill us BY DELUGE."

I ask them if they're kidding me. I tell them that I want to make sure that I've got it straight.

God says that he will not kill us anymore BY FLOODING ONLY, and he makes a big deal out of it the story of Noah and the fucking rainbows but it means sweet f.a. because He's God, and He's got a MILLION ways to kill us.

This is your position, I ask them? Yes, they say. I tell them that I can't believe that God could be so petty. I tell them that I think we're all safe, in that regard. We had to agree to disagree.

This is the important part.

I lean in earnestly and tell them how much I admire their missionary sense of purpose, and that they could drop in anytime. My understanding of them is that they are told that us evil folk will REJECT them, and when you don't, it messes with their head. They looked confused. They stuttered a goodbye.

Weekends after that I heard them around the neighbourhood, and saw them on the street, but they never came back.