I use to hang out at the Tinley Park Bowling Alley..ALOT! I use to hang out in the Arcade when I was 18-19, drinking beers (the plusses of hanging out with older friends.) Playing Street Fighter 2. My nemesis was a guy named Greg Sans. Oh he was a good guy, but he was one of the better players, and we would go back and forth. The guy was a stoner, long hair, leather jacket. He would be Ken, I would be Blanka and we would do battle for hours.
He disappeared for a week, then he showed up. His hair was cut, he was clean shaven, and he had on a sweater. A DAMN SWEATER.
I was like, “What the fuck?” His reply was, “I found God.” I looked at him and said, “You got to be kidding me?” He asked me if he could talk to me in private. So I was like yeah.
He then goes into this story about how he did some Acid, and that his friend wrote up a contract with the devil, he signed it, and he felt his soul leave his body. He felt the devil had his soul, he went to church the next day, got saved, and felt restored. Whole again. As he was telling me this, I thought I was going to Rod Serling pop out and tell me I’m in the Twilight Zone. Then he told me that my soul was in danger, he knew I was well versed in the Occult as well. When he left that night I never saw him again, I wonder sometimes what he is up to. If he went back to his old ways, or if he really did get his soul back.
I wonder sometimes, Do we have a soul? Are we divine in nature, or do we just rot in a box, and sleep in oblivion?
