I grew up in a decidedly non-religious household. I became aware of it in third grade elementary school. Some classmate asked me if I went to church. I said no. I turned into weirdo in some of my classmates eyes after that. Later, I asked my father “Why don’t we go to church?” My father replied “Because, son, we’re not church-going-to people.” I’ll never forget that. It was so matter-of-fact. That was 25 years ago and I still remember.

Primary school days for me fucking sucked balls. Until halfway through my junior year in high school, then I became Mr. Popular who lettered in soccer and ski racing.

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