But, and this (as my friend Chris likes to say) is a powerful truth; it can be hard to come by. And sometimes I find myself wandering around aimlessly in my truck echoing the laments of the Psalmist and mumbling things like ‘in a dry and sun-scorched land where there is no Biggie Juice, my soul grows faint.’ Because I am not above entertaining myself with some mild heretical appropriation of scripture.
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