it was a year before license to ill was released, a year before i would break both my arms, a year before sixth grade. a year before one of my favorite years of my life and it was 1985 and i was 11. and that was the last time i had attended church service. st pauls private school, k-5.
until today. -well officially yesterday-
on my walk back from wandering around downtown i caught someone walking out of a church. strange feeling of why not, and so i walked in. took a seat in the last row of pews, and waited. i can't figure it all out yet, it was the architecture, the silence, beauty or novelty, a link to my childhood? i don't know.
but i liked it.
once the pastor came out and started his thing i lost interest, but in that silence in there before the show got under way i could have waited for hours.
