Why to crazies on the bus always want to talk about Jesus?
Hung out with my grl Angelica who relayed these tales:
Whilst riding the bus on the south side of Chicago on two recent separate occasions crazies twice accosted her. One to tell her how, in detail, that the Harry Potter she was reading was the devil’s work. The other crazies, on a separate ride, were yelling abut Jesus in a hostile back-of-the-bus debate. Why Jesus, Schizo’s of the world? Angelica’s just wonderin’.
