Divine Inspiration & the Second Coming

St James (aka “The Church”) was once my “go to place” when the mood struck and my reason & good sense were trampled by urgent, hormone driven necessities.

You know what I mean. We’ve ALL been there.

Then it got boring for me. I chalked it up to familiarity. I had come to the Church so often that I knew most of their lovely deacons of depravity. At least for me, predictability and reliability are the kiss of death when it comes to adult entertainment venues and desploogunation services in general.