My first memories of religion were being taken to Episcopal church. My father was Catholic, but my mother, I believe, was Episcopal. So I sort of veered off into the watered-down version of Catholicism. ↗
Every story was being made up. My true friends weren't the ones speaking. It was people who never knew me, making up stories. Even my local paper put a $1,000 bounty out for information about my whereabouts. ↗
I think what he loved about me the most was that I wasn't part of that world. But once we were together publicly, he wanted to change me into that social animal. ↗
I looked on YouTube for sleep deprivation and there were videos of people experimenting with staying awake for a while. You saw all the different stages. ↗