On the road to Damascus

Hi. Peter, nee Saul, here. Just a quick post about what’s up, pup.

Freaky incident recently:

I was a little tipsy, mounted my ass and headed for Damascus, when ,

BOOM!

Sudden bright light in my face.

Blinded and startled, my ass jumped into the ditch. We landed in the muck.

Suddenly sober, I wallowed through the reeds, scrambled up to the roadside, and encountered this guy with an extremely bright halo.

Fuck man. Could you turn that thing down?

Oh. Sorry, Peter. It’s Peter, right? I’ve been sent to give you this rock. You’re supposed to do something with it, I guess. Message was garbled. Something about Peter, rock, church, build.

Good luck, he said, then disappeared.