I realized I haven’t done one of these in over eight months!
If you’re not familiar with my series “Paris-Ochial,†these are tales of my time at a Catholic high school as a Protestant.
I think maybe twice during high school they made us go to confession. This was a new concept for me. Sure I had seen confessions in action movies, but it was always the protagonist confessing a sin to a shadowed priest in a darkened booth with that sliding cheese grater wall thing. But then the priest would say something, and the hero would recognize the voice. It was the bad guy trying to kill him! A shootout would happen next and holy water would spill.
