Brothers Trucking Infallible True Church

Written by dear Scooter and originally posted to our Uncharitable Thoughts blog, this church was the inspiration for the project. -Robyn

I work nights making sales calls to the west coast and Hawaii in a generic, one-story office building located on a generic freeway next door to the Fantasy Ranch strip joint. Working in the office as late as midnight by myself I see some pretty interesting people. One would assume they were from the strip club, but no. Starting around six or seven at night three to four nights a week the Brothers Trucking Infallible True Church convenes for their tongue speaking, demon casting, rocking out sessions. I have never seen snakes but I would not be surprised. I have learned to tune out most of the noise coming through the very thin walls, but last night they topped themselves. I am not sure just what went wrong but for over thirty minutes from about 10:15p to 11p there was a man wailing, SCREAMING crying in the next suite. So loud I could not hear myself think. It was so bad I called my mother.

Had I not been subject to these people's shenanigans for the past few months I might have had sympathy. Had I not encountered church members rolling around on the floor or being berated by one woman in particular in the hall when trying to walk to the community bathroom I might have wondered if he needed help. But no. All I could think was "I wonder if they were casting out Satan and finally went to far". I thought maybe I should call the police. It also crossed my mind that he could just be doing it for attention or some sick form of fun. There was no way that anyone in that room could have heard themselves think let alone hold any sort of conversation. Not until much later did it occur to me that something really bad might have happened to him. What's worse is that even as that thought finally occurs to me I really don't care.

I write this as the band is warming up for this evenings service and I cannot help but dread what could be in store for me as I go for my 10 o'clock pee.