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In 1956 I
was in another state 2000 miles away age 8, we'd moved from small town Illinois to
big city Los Angeles My mom took me to Confession at a church in
San Gabriel, I think. When I talked to this new priest in the confessional the
way Father Horne taught me to fantasize and "confess" to him in Bartlett, the
new priest ran out into the Church with his eyes bugging out of his head
and pointed at me going, "Gah, gah, gah." I didn't know I'd done
anything wrong... My mom, almost like she was in a trance, asked no questions, just got up from the pew to collect me and we quietly left the church.
It
is going to make a good scene in a movie someday.
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