Reel music.

You know what touches me most about this song?

Listen close to what the lead is singing about.

"Cigarrette in my right hand"
"Coulda been a junkie"
"Sittin in the gutter,"
"with a needle in my arm, trying to find a vein"
"The weed I used to smoke
Coulda been laced with angeldust, so I woulda had a fit."

This ain't your momma's "I once was sick and couldn't get well" testimony.

And I remember how the president of a choir that I used to direct tried to come to them with a testimony about how his marriage was falling apart, and instead of helping him and praying for him, everyone was pissed off because they knew his wife, and one woman was his mother-in-law. So the hell what? God knows everybody anyway.

It makes my blood boil every time I think about how that choir screwed that guy over. But he's at peace now, he tells me. And they'll be straightened up soon enough.

But this right here is a REAL testimony, and for y'all cookie-cutter Christians who can't handle the truth of the real FECES-filled, stagnant quagmire of a septic cesspool that God brought some of us out of, you might need to check your walk.