As he turned to leave, I thought to myself, “He hasn’t changed. He’s still the same egotistical, self-centered bastard.” And I as watched him turn to walk away, the only thing I could muster was a loud,
“NO.” I raised the gun and pointed it at him.
“You brought a gun to God’s house?”
“No,” I said. “I brought a gun to your house.”
“Dea—” I interrupted him before he finished.
“If you call me Deacon Terrell, I swear I will blow your f*****g brains out on those church steps,” I seethed.
“Okay, okay, just calm down son,” he said.
“Son!” I screamed. “ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE?”
“No, no, no,” he said, putting his hands up. “Just calm down, Terrell. Why all this anger? What did I do to you?” he asked.
I couldn’t believe he asked that. I hated him for years and he asked, “What did I do?”
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