I wield my religion as a weapon.
For example, in 2013 I was at Memphis in May International Festival with my friend Brad Orrison and the crew from The Shed BBQ and Blues Joint, you know…out there winning World Championships and shit.
On Day 3, big ol’ bad security wouldn’t let me into the fairgrounds because my pass was this or that and red and circular when it was supposed to be blue and square or whatever.
I urgently plead my case through a chain linked fence.
Nothing.
I desperately made some calls from the other side of a chain linked fence.
Nothing.
That’s when I lifted my hands, faced down security and prayed OUT LOUD that “…the Lord would lift the veil from these rent-a-cops eyes and allow them to see the good work that is being done in here on the grill in your blessed name.”
Nothing.