Needfully obtuse, by: author

I can take rejection. Even a punch, but potentially kicked in the groin, by a person with filled with the just conviction of God and wielding The Swift Sword as every right to be upset glows from within; Pere’ Callahan contemplatin “is this what redemption feels like?” as that divine conduit weilds a deadly weapon in its physical stead, ruthlessly, and to the end, for shallow catharsis, and rageful satiation after drought? Taya.