I was never much for church.
My parents were good Catholics—at least, as good as divorced parents can be—and I was sent to Catholic school. But it was staffed by a teaching order of nuns, so there was no real accountability outside of class, and Divorced Dad either took us to the guitar mass at the [...]
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