Mosquito Theology

I call him skeeter. That’s what Frank* reminds me of. Actually,  with his tweed cap and trimmed beard, Frank reminds me of someone who should be smoking a pipe at an English pub instead of making cornbread at a Jesus Hippie Community.  Anyway, he started telling me his  story while  cracking thirty six eggs. “I was a drug evangelist. I liked them so much, I’d […]