Just got back from Vegas, so this week is a Friday Night Confessions.
As I said before, Feitelberg is allowing Dante and me to alternate weeks collecting confessions from deprived Stoolies every Friday to complement the regular podcast he and Chaps are pumping out, which can be found here...
But this blog series is simply just for confessions (and clicks).
I'll go first...
As a teenager, I was drunk and threw a bottle filled with my piss through a neighbors window.
No reason... Just got drunk, did it, ran away, and was never caught.
And now I am truly sorry, so I am asking for some forgiveness.
Anything you need to get off your chest?… The comments are open.
Two Hail Marys, three Our Fathers, and slip a 20 in the collection box on the way out… All is forgiven.