I’ve done enough crying lately. What I need is someone to laugh with. Saints don’t do it for me. Who wants to spend his life crying? Not me. And saints are not always what they seem. Some of the meanest people in my life are people who consider themselves saintly. Talk about phony! These people are saints in front of people, but as soon as they are away from them, their meanness shows up. A lot of gang stalkers consider themselves saints, and they’re not people who I would care to be friends with. There are no such things as saints.
I’ll take the sinners any day. At least with the sinners you know what they are outright, unlike the saints who you find out later are not the saints they profess to be. So I’ll take the sinners. At least I’ll have some laughs before I die.