Religiously

Religion is a curious thing. It's something that is so inherently present in all of us.

Argue that you are theistic or not, you cannot deny that every individual maintains a certain perspective and belief of spirituality.

I had a friend named Sam. He was a Satanist. Not the common preconception most spiritually sound modern housewives hold in their mind's eye, no, he was just a normal kid. He drew upside-down crosses on his paraphernalia and wrote triple sixes wherever he felt warranted it. I never disliked him for it, but I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable about it.

I mean, I don't truly believe in a vengeful or judging God, but why tempt it?

Back on point, Sam and I shared similar hobbies: indulging in hedonistic behaviors, chemically, verbally and sexually. The latter being something we did on our own, separate time; we weren't those kind of guys. But what caused this kid to want to believe in Satan? If he truly believed in Satan, he had to equally believe in the existence of God. And if God truly was the good that would one day trump evil...

"F**k it. I'm waxing too religious," I said, as I passed him his pipe.

We laughed, red-eyed and weary in the smoke that filled his car.