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My Church About 10 years ago, I went downtown to the federal building to apply for disabilty. The line was ridiculous, I was signed in and they said it would be a while. I walked out to the hall way, there was a HUGE sign that said NO DRINKING, NO SWEARING and NO WEAPONS, but there was not any NO SMOKING anywhere. As I head recently started smoking again, I lit one up. Security was on me like a smell on poo. They told me I couldn’t die it out there, I had to die it out outside. And they led me down the down escalator to the outside. I told them it didn’t say NO SMOKING anywhere and continued to drag on the smoke as I went down the escalator, but they were pissed. At the bottom of the escalator, the security guard hit me from behind and attempted to handcuff me. I am no pushover and I got a leg loose and kicked him in the nuggets behind me and dropped him to the floor. His buddies hit me from behind and broke my head open all over the floor. There was blood everywhere. They took me to a hospital and shot me up with something that they call hellcoat and I was in lala land for 48 hours. They eventually locked me up in the psycho ward ant Northwestern hospital and I was there for two weeks with junkies and meth heads and other problem people. When I got out, I was a mess. I was depressed, lost and on a bunch of meds that messed with my mind. I was a single parent of 3 then teenagers and I could not bring myself to get off the couch for months. I finally found help and a place to go at a church in the neighborhood, called high praises. They once had a car wash there and they seemed like they were nice. So I went back there. The assistant pastor, pasto Joe, instantly became my best friend and we had bible study there every afternoon. It was my everything. I joined the praise team there with my guitar and it was what I needed to face life again. Much later, there was a lease issue with the landlord and we decided to move to a storefront on irving park. I worked night and day on that place until it was finished and got a job at the electrical union as an apprentice. I married some psycho I met in a chat room online. She was a nympho maniac, and coming from a bad marriage where there was very little sex it was a dream come true. She fought with my and they all ended up leaving me over that marriage, something I will regret to the end of my days. Sometime after that, pastor Joe got cancer and he died. It killed me inside too. Then sometime after that there was a scandal that rocked high praise apart. Evidenally, the head pastor had become invoved in a gay affair and everyone left. He didn’t even have the balls to come clean to the congregation. Later he opened a gay church somewhere in algonquin and he still runs that church as far as I know. I was lost without high praises. For the next year, I went to a different church every Sunday looking for a home. I found a LOT of messed up churches that didn’t work for me for a lotta reasons. Eventually, I came to Jesus People USA in uptown. They had rock n roll worship music and it was essentially 500 old hippies that lived together in a hotel as a commune. I was HOME again. There have been some ups and downs there, but it has always been my home since I found it. I applied to live there in the communion at first, and the leadership told me “no” and I found my way past it to remain part of the church anyways. They have helped me to attend seminary, and learn about god, although as I have said, that didn’t go so great either. The lead pastor from JPUSA was an incredible lead guitarist, Glen Kaiser and he became my best friend and mentor. When god miraclously provided God’s Garage for me to live in, Glen came and played our christmas party the first year. I STILL have the flyer from that show on the wall. JPUSA has always been there for me since. I can’t live without God, but JPUSA is a close second. I owe JPUSA my life. I have said that I can’t write anymore since my stroke, but this aint half bad. I am recovering. God is good. 
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stop censoring me you useless admin, this is art 
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I was NUTS about that girl
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i gave up women while i was in seminary (4 years) and then there have not been ANY decent women available since. i have been celibate since my last marriage (8 years+{) i don't see it ending soon i am trying to find my best friend before i go jumping in bed
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that particular girl had a habit of getting preggers. no thanks. I don't need anymore kids
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she sang at my big church wedding too. I hadda promise my bride I was not nuts about her
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