Ok....So a couple of years ago I moved back to Trinidad, Colorado. I lived here once before 20 years ago. It's an old Catholic town full of Hispanics and Italians. Go figure. Anyway, last fall I went to the demolition derby at the fairgrounds. At intermission they called for a prayer. Now when I was a kid I was taken to a few big churches. Large groups of people praying didn't really bother me but this prayer at the fairgrounds at the demolition derby creeped me the fuck out. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and chills went through my body. This was a public event and I felt surrounded in a sea of brainwashed zombies who would do anything their conductor told them to do including eat me alive if told to do so. I've only felt that way one other time in my life and it was on the verge of riot at Irvine meadows at a Guns N Roses concert when Axel had worked everyone in the croud into a freanzy. That wasn't near as bad though because that took effort and emotion. This prayer at the demolition derby was like someone snapped their fingers and the whole stadium went into a trance. Creepiest thing I've ever been around and my mom used to drag me to Pentecostal churches as a kid. I'll never go to an event at those fairgrounds again.