After a delightful meal of what can best be described as noodles and ketchup, we’re greeted by the return of Brother Bennett. A familiar sense of dread seeps back into the air as he issues out a few stern reminders about our conduct during tonight’s service. He warns us he’ll be watching closely and tells us to change for church.
Compared to last time, getting ready is a breeze. This is mainly thanks to Angelo, who lets me borrow a shirt that actually fits. He also lends me a nicer tie than Molloy’s shitty, homemade embarrassment, which still has a few puke stains on it from last Sunday.
When it’s time to go, I head outside with Shane and Molloy, who are absorbed in a conversation about some girl called Brandy. As we board The Booger, I brace myself for the residual stench of my vomit, b
