Too Much Fun In Public

Last night marked the ninth meeting of Religion Without Rules.  Except for the first two meetings, with Connie Llewellyn, Victor Smith, Maggie, and then Carlos—I still do all the talking.  Last night the crowd overflowed the shop.  People milled about the sidewalk, while Louie Duvall set up a plasma screen outside.  We reap more money all the time, which I find so disturbing, I just let Carlos handle it.

But when I mount the dais and face the crowd, I don’t know, I just go into this mode that feels so fantastic, I’m amazed no one’s tried to lock me up.  (Yet.)

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[This post is an excerpt from Diary of a Heretic, the novel. Click here to read the first episode, or here to read the previous one.]

Comments

[Dan Leo]

Closed circuit TV -- you're on the way to the stadium gigs, Mal!

[Kathleen]

Auditoriums, anyway.